Old School Pt 2
February 11th 2007 00:50
Elderly neighbours leave, new ones come in. People who wish to move out do so, leaving behind whatever reputaion they had in the old neighbourhood and starting fresh in the new one.
So was the case for a friend who had a reputation for being a bit of an extreme sportsman. He's pushing 30, and after a tragic motorbike accident is now leaving that reputation for dead.
I invited him out, back into his old area, for a few catch up drinks. He wasn't all that willing, citing that all the people he would meet from his old life would treat him like nothing's changed.
Regardless, he came along. He ended up bumping into a kid I went to school with, who was more interested in how the extreme sporting is going more than anything to do with me. So I left them to it.
I ended up regretting that.
At the end of the night, he commented that he might as well not sell his motorbike (which apparently had less damage than him) and start riding again. "Why the change of plans?" I ask.
Turns out the kid I went to school with was hyping him up, treating him like some sort of Evel Kneivel. They seemed to have had the thought, "Why stop here?" threaded through their conversation.
I was one who helped him along his way in moving on from the old days and ways, looking for new and more refined hobbies to spend his time on. This all went to the shitter after these guys were done with each other.
Walking home two days later, I come across the same kid. He simply ignored me with a discerning frown. What now? I was in the wrong because I was helping a friend move on and live longer? Maybe people of this ilk don't like a change in reputation. Too confusing for them.
Or maybe they don't like the fact that I myself changed my own reputation while ignoring those who were entertained by it. I didn't move out in the process. I have my own catalysts, thanks.
So was the case for a friend who had a reputation for being a bit of an extreme sportsman. He's pushing 30, and after a tragic motorbike accident is now leaving that reputation for dead.
I invited him out, back into his old area, for a few catch up drinks. He wasn't all that willing, citing that all the people he would meet from his old life would treat him like nothing's changed.
Regardless, he came along. He ended up bumping into a kid I went to school with, who was more interested in how the extreme sporting is going more than anything to do with me. So I left them to it.
I ended up regretting that.
At the end of the night, he commented that he might as well not sell his motorbike (which apparently had less damage than him) and start riding again. "Why the change of plans?" I ask.
Turns out the kid I went to school with was hyping him up, treating him like some sort of Evel Kneivel. They seemed to have had the thought, "Why stop here?" threaded through their conversation.
I was one who helped him along his way in moving on from the old days and ways, looking for new and more refined hobbies to spend his time on. This all went to the shitter after these guys were done with each other.
Walking home two days later, I come across the same kid. He simply ignored me with a discerning frown. What now? I was in the wrong because I was helping a friend move on and live longer? Maybe people of this ilk don't like a change in reputation. Too confusing for them.
Or maybe they don't like the fact that I myself changed my own reputation while ignoring those who were entertained by it. I didn't move out in the process. I have my own catalysts, thanks.
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