Changelings

There are countless ways of achieving greatness, but any road to achieving one’s maximum potential must be built on a bedrock of respect for the individual, a commitment to excellence, and a rejection of mediocrity.
— Buck Rodgers

cognoscente \kon-yuh-SHEN-tee; kog-nuh-; -SEN-\, noun;
plural cognoscenti \-tee\:
A person with special knowledge of a subject; a connoisseur.

Mervey’s party was nice. We had it at a pub on Elgin. I learned to play darts. There were a lot of people there including Brent and his partner Ron whom I talked with last time Mervey had a party. Ron is the best looking 16 year old I’ve ever met. Alexandra and I call him Greek God because of his Mediterrean and classical looks. He’s a tall, dark curly haired boy. Exactly the type Renaissance artists sculpted, and Socrates “loved”. He and Brent have the most stable relationship of anyone Alex knows. I personally can’t think of a stable relationship among my friends at all.

I guess we’re all growing up. I saw Aleks at the party yesterday evening; it’s been a year. She looks great; she’s lost some weight and has a short, smart hairstyle. She said I had grown up as well; I took that in stride. I’ve been thinking about that. I seem to really want to change and look different a lot these days. I can’t wait until I get rid of the glasses. I feel I’m hiding; I’m unsatisfied with how I look. I’m tired of looking the way I do. I’m afraid of stagnation all the time. Coming home from work today, I saw a girl who I had known in elementary school and briefly later in high school named Tania. She looked exactly as she did almost ten years. Infact, she may be wearing that same tomboy white hoodie and blue vest in grade 5. I kid, but the girl has not changed at all. It juxtaposed what I’ve been seeing around me; everyone is slowing growing up. We all have many more miles to go. I know I still dream about opera gloves and designer clothing.

I hate having to wax.

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