8/3/2004 06:52:35 PM|||Amy|||Have I sold out? I hooked up with some friends from my less maternal, workaday life (the pre-college days) over the weekend, and it left me wondering if I am really the older, but wiser, version of myself that I see myself as. Or am I just the older, even more fucked-up, version?

The summer after high school I started working at a record store. It was meant to be the interim job, the job that would fund my personal (alcohol, drugs, clothing and cover charges) expenses while I thought about to which college I would eventually apply. It was there that I met Mike and through Mike, I met Brian. I haven't seen Brian or Mike in years, and then suddenly this weekend - I saw them both.

The reunion was a bit like that 80's movie where a group of friends converge when one of them kills himself, except in our case - the death was that of Brian's faith in his wife's fidelity.

How have we changed? Brian has two kids, I have three. All three of us are ending or have just ended the most significant romantic relationships of our lives so far. Not one of us can measure our success over the other two either materially or romantically. As we are older, are we any wiser? Are we even okay?
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