The particular blogs I'm talking about are people that I knew fairly well Freshman year, and have since lost much contact with. I never expected the articulateness and introspection that comes out of the few entries that I've read to come from them. It's awesome to see how other people have grown. Perhaps I'll link them in a future entry, but I'd like to get their permission first, and I'd like to be a Voyer till then.
So I have this scrap piece of paper that sits next to my laptop on my desk (would that make it a desktop?). I have notes about papers, games, phone numbers, etc on it...and now it has a huge list of things I want to write about here...but I'll focus on one for now.
Do you remember when we used to play? That carefree feeling when you became someone else, or something else? Do you remember when the most important question you could ask during "truth or dare" was "do you like Felicia?" (shortly followed by oohs and gasps from the room.)
Now, instead of daring each other to late night prank calls, it takes someone saying "I dare you to move, I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor," simply to inspire us to good activity. What do we do? The frivolity is still there! Our truth or dare questions still carry as little real weight as "do you like Felicia." But we attach so much gravity to them that we don't play anymore.
I'm wrapped up in so much "work" that I forget sometimes, to loose myself, not in what I'm doing, but in what I'm not. I try, primarily through the Bisky Boys to continue play, but it's lost to some degree. I don't think it has to be, I think innocence can be restored through a fresh and realistic outlook on our lives, but how do we accomplish it from within?
I'm not really sure, but I'm going to pursue it. I think things would be so much better if we'd let our "work" be "play." Today, even with all the things I have to do, I'm going to try to remember the joy of a snowball fight, or of a night of random pillowfights.
This year marks the 10th anniversary of the formation of the Bisky Boys. I love you guys. I look forward to getting back to the play this summer, before we have to fight the life of "real work."