I want to post some thoughts I have on the nature of critical thinking and I realized how tired I am. I actually finished the post last night, but I lost it when blogger died on me; lost about a thousand words.

I just came back from a dinner with a friend who is very dear to me, so much so that I do not know how to deal with it. We had a decadent dinner, had coffee, took a walk to the playground, and she dropped me off on her way back.

It is hard to actually accept seeing her twice every three weeks when we used to have breakfast, tea, lunch, tea, and dinner close to 5 days a week 3 years back. She used to spend more time with me than with her boyfriend. We shared quite a lot during those days. When we were free, we just do nothing but have inane conversations that lasted for hours on end to arrive at convuluted social theories. It was mindless fun.

Now that we are both busy with our own careers, it is quite hard to meet up. Our commitments multiplied and there is so much to say with so little time to say them. We each have one too many demons to exorcise.

At Coffee Bean, I showed her my Fisherman's Friend and told her, "See? Just like the old days"
"But the colour (flavour) has changed." she remarked.
"Yes, this is only to make me more socially acceptable. It has not changed in essence, some things haven't changed that much."
She laughed.

We are now older, tired, burdened, fighting to stay afloat, full of hidden hurt and suddenly we found ourselves reduced to frightened little children. It is almost as if the fear we lost as children has finally caught up with us. Yet despite all that and so much, so much more, I still lose myself in her laughter. And she said that it was like getting drunk without the alcohol.

Deep down, she is still an alcoholic.

I guess things have not changed that much...