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It's not that I enjoy being sick. Nobody enjoys being sick. That would be silly. I just don't have a problem with being sick. I'm not averse to it. I mean, I don't want to be sick and I'll avoid it as best I can but I don't have a problem with being sick. I always feel really happy when I'm sick. I do not know what the deal is with that. I don't really like being sick all that much. It is kind of inconvenient. It does give you an excuse to act silly, though.

I do not need an excuse to be silly.

It's bad though. We shouldn't pretend to be who we aren't. I do this. I can't help it. I have a hard time being myself. I bounce around between people and become who they want me to be. They become friends with a fragment, and I forget how to be myself. It is not that great. I try not to do it, but it happens. I can't control it. I'll remember someday. Oh well.

I think that is the reason that old friends and new friends do not mix. It's not the fault of the friends. It's your fault. You are the one that changes. You grew up acting a certain way around one group of friends and then you left to mature and act a different way around another group. When you try to bring those two groups together you become the fulcrum and, ultimately, fail. They don't work together because you can't be two people at once. You only get to use one face at a time.

It's a train wreck. A train wreck waiting to happen. Eventually your old friends will come back to you but you'll be with your new friends and in slow motion, right in front of you, everything will clash and fall apart. There is no possible way to successfully mix old friends and new friends. That's okay, I guess. It's probably better that way.

Your old friends don't need to see how far you've fallen.

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