Good friends let you put yourself through your own crap, but are there for you when you’re done and ready to party.
It was never natural to me to have a simple emotional reaction to home.
And i only have vague memories of Indianapolis. I hope it was good.
I’ve had several friends who were bothered in their twenties, that they could no longer be considered a prodigy, because that sort of thing happened only to the young. Mozart wrote is first blah blah when he was whatever.
Never seemed to bother me. I just like making things. But it does give one pause to think, what does our society value in accomplishment?
Ha! i still find this to be true. Towards the end of a trip i start withdrawing. Either from lack of privacy, or, hm…. probably a desire to return to my usual routine (which I like very much, thank you).
Humorously, maybe, sometimes it is also simply because I’m hungry. This strip works on so many levels! :)