anti-nostalgia 8.25.10

i walked briskly through misting rain to the chapel's door. around me, couples huddled under black umbrellas, suits and heels signifying their wedding attendance. inside the foyer were countless familiar faces from years past, practically forgotten, memories gone extinct in an effort to erase certain lifestyle decisions. youth group leaders, worship team members, babysitters, "aunts and uncles", classmates, shared experiences. i said hello to a few, smiled at most, nodded at others. it was easier that way, uncomplicated. i didn't want to tell the same story fifty times. annie said, "i'm glad you're coming with me, because we're both outsiders". it's funny, because i'm one of the originals, but she's totally right. i'm not a part of that anymore.