blast from the past

a text from a lover of my wild wilderness years
an email from an ex-colleague i had not thought about in years
an invitation to a class reunion
an outbreak of spots that makes me look like a teenager again

you cannot run from your past, however much you may try. people you used to know, skin conditions you thought you had finally beaten, they creep back into your life, and of course you are unprepared when they ambush.
in the case of avoiding former acquaintances the internet surely isn't helping. nor is a certain curiosity to find out how people fared. and then there is the need to compare, to keep a running total of who has been more successful, kept their figure or improved it, who is happier.

all in all, i think i have not been doing too badly.