Head like a melon, face like a collie.

Melancholy. That is probably the word I would use to describe a meeting between myself and an old friend this afternoon. This friend and I had basically been 2/3 of a trio, a gaggle of girls who were together every saturday for 3 years at Junior Congregation. After the 8th grade, this friend and I lost touch. Both of us went to different high schools, stopped attending synagogue, pretty much just disappeared. Well due to the awesome power of facebook, we found each other about 3 or 4 months ago and promised to meet up at the next available school break. Well we did. And she definitely wasn't the girl I knew when I was 13. Both of us, within the past 8 years or so have changed greatly. Family problems, and just plain personal growth. I've figured out that I am a lot sadder than she probably knew of me. She is a lot happier than I knew of her. I don't know. But I left feeling sad. Pretty much everything I talked about was not happiness, but emptiness. While the past 8 years for this friend was a "rebirth." I am very happy for this friend and that she learned as well as took to heart the age old mantra, "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger." I think I understand that mantra, but am unsure as to how to utilize it.