Every song that's been running through my head lately has been about changes, regrets, loss or love. My personal mental soundtrack is tailoring itself more to my life than I ever thought possible.

I'm going through changes says Ozzy. I wish the situation was different says James. Or Reggie. Whatever you wan to refer to him as. I see the future and its caving in, I thought that you might want to know.

Things are about to become complicated, but I have no regrets about this as I look future forward.

Bus travel

It's amazing and ridiculous all at the same time how phobic people seem to be. I mean, there's plenty of seats on the bus, but we would rather stand than sit next to a complete stranger.

Why is that?

There's six free seats right now. At least a dozen people standing. Are they saving those seats for the really tired people? Does someone have horrendous body odor? I know that I don't because I should smell of Axe Anarchy.

People are just too afraid of each other. This world has become an insane place to live. You don't know how people are these days. We're all overly paranoid of that guy who looks "suspicious" as opposed to "interesting" anymore.

What happened to us?

I'm going through a momentary period where I'm sitting here, amongst what has become the normal routine of my happier, albeit modified, life, and somehow find myself just wishing that I could forget you or that i had never met you. Even with what that means. But, I have to be honest. I wouldn't give up that period of my life for anything. I've learned from it, as with any other life experience, and as always screwed up a lot more than I learned from in the process.

I make mistakes. I learn from them, or like to think that I do. It's just never very easy to reflect on what feels like a waste of time versus what really was not such a waste.

No relationship is ever so amazing and perfect as it is downright flawed. If it's always bubblegum and rainbows, something is wrong.

I guess what I'm saying here is that, for whatever reason, you've been on my mind today more often than normal. I get what your issues with me are on a personal level, but I don't understand why that means you can't be... sociable, civil, or even half-ass decent towards me. When, in the end, I still treated you as a friend; some would say that was more than you yourself deserved. At times I consider them to be correct, other times not so much. Right now, though, I'm kind of siding with them. That's a sad fact, considering that this situation ultimately harms neither of us, but our son...