NotDreaming

Sometimes it's better to leave the past alone. But that's not always possible. Visiting people (ok, relatives) you haven't seen in years and listening to them talk about the in-depth details of the lives of people they cared enough to bother keeping in touch with is downright depressing. And worse, they talk about these other people as if you even know who they are, and have ever even met them. *duh*

The family grapevine isn't that long. Nor strong. They seem not to realize that when the few ties that bind, whither away, there will be nothing left to keep the thread-thin connection. There's barely a connection at all. My memories of them are from pictures of events I am too old to remember, and too young to have(know I should have) burned to memory at the time. Sometimes I feel like I don't care enough, yet somehow, care too much.