The old me...

I went out for snacks this past Monday.

I went to my old job from 2 years ago.

I walked the road I used to walk to get there 2 years ago.

I even wore the same shorts I wore two years ago.

I didn't really notice it until I saw myself through the reflection of the window pane of the old factory-turned-pharmacy I used to always take glances at myself from. I kind of felt like I was haunting a shell of my old self. My shorts were really short, it all sort of reminded me of the time when all I wanted was to be desired and to be found attractive. It's a feeling I haven't dealt with in a long long time, I kind of felt destabilized. I even wore a hat I haven't really worn since then. Maybe my subconscious wanted my old coworkers to recognize me for the person I was once upon a time? It also reminded me that growing up isn't as scary as you may think it is, and that I wouldn't trade places with the young boy I was just 2 years ago.

I'm pensive. This is just one of the clippings of my mind.