Growing up and growing apart

I remember graduating from high school and how anxious I was about college.  The feelings of anxiety, excitement and nervousness pumped through my veins nonstop that summer.  One thought that really got me going was knowing that I had the greatest years of my life ahead of me, and that the sky was the limit.  I could do whatever I wanted with myself and my life, I would meet tons of new people and my best friends would only be less than two hours away from Wilmington.

Fast forward four years.  In the blink of an eye, nearly every single aspect of my life is completely different than I ever imagined it would be.  I no longer play in bands like I did in high school, sports are nearly impossible due to numerous injuries, I no longer speak to anyone in my family with the exception of my father (whom I have a great relationship with) and although I have finally overcome my three year addiction to alcohol, I can't seem to quit smoking.  Don't get me wrong; I absolutely love my life.  This is by no means a pity trip.  I work out five times a week, I have great roommates, my grades are finally on point and I feel like I have found myself.

The thing I can't seem to quit thinking about is my best friend.  We met in middle school, but we never hung out together until my freshman year of high school.  He was a year ahead of me in school and we both played football.  After our first win in two seasons, he invited me out with some friends to celebrate and the rest is history.  We were practically inseparable for years, even when I went to college in Wilmington while he stayed back home for school.  It wasn't until this year that it seems like we have started to grow apart.  It is strange, because as many close friends as I have had over the years he is the only person that I had ever talked to about what we were going to do together when we got old; how we would no longer play in bands together, but how we would still eat wings and watch football on Sundays, chase wild women, etc.  Now, I am lucky to talk with him on a weekly basis.

It isn't that we have any hostility towards each other or anything like that, we have just grown up.  Although we are both doing well and are happy with our lives, they have taken us in different directions.  I am in college while he has established a successful career.  He got married recently whereas I see myself being an eligible bachelor for many years to come.  It upsets me to think about how much has changed but I have come to the conclusion that no matter what happens, change is inevitable.  I'd still do anything for the guy and I know he would do the same for me.

I guess the one thing I need to understand is that this is nothing to be ill with.  Everything happens for a reason, and although we don't talk nearly as much and we hardly see each other he is still my best friend.  It is just frustrating.  That is all for tonight.  Hope this didn't bore you all too much.

What exactly is a blog supposed to be?

I have been wondering what to write this blog about for a few hours now.  A good friend told me a few minutes ago that my blog should be written about the most weighing topic on my mind, but even that is a bit complicated.  At the moment, the thing weighing on my mind the most is what this blog should be about.  As much as I hate to do it, I'm going to procrastinate and tell you about myself.

Louis Edwards here, hailing from Selma, North Carolina.  I am 22 years old and I have absolutely no clue what I am going to do with my life.  I enjoy working out, eating, people watching and writing, just to mention a few.  Soon, I am going to start working on writing a book about my life.  I'm sure you are thinking to yourself, "How interesting can this guy be?  He can't even come up with a decent topic for a blog that can be about anything!"  Well, I don't exactly think that anything I plan to write about in my book would be appropriate for this blog.  Anyways, I think I finally have some things to write about, so here goes.

There are a few people over at my place right now smoking a hookah and making fun of me for not knowing what I want to write my blog about.  I usually talk a lot, but because I am concentrating on writing this blog, I have remained relatively quiet.  My room would be a more ideal environment for the writing of this blog, but I am far too lazy to get up and make my way there.  This has set off an intense set of thoughts.  First, all I can think about are those State Farm Insurance commercials where the people sing the theme song and an agent appears, followed by whatever else they desire at the moment.  This reminds me of Kazaam, and how awesome Shaquille O'neal is.  I laugh out loud and get a couple of strange looks.

After taking a break from writing this 5 star blog to watch a bit of a Jersey Shore rerun, I have realized that this blog really sucks.  I'm sure that if you are still reading this, you are more than likely wondering how I am still in college.  I assure you, I am not as dumb as I may seem.  To reward you for dedicating a few minutes of your time to me, I give you this.  My mind is blown.  The Steaurus 2000.  This is what will be on my mind for the rest of the night.  Maybe you guys can give some thoughtful insight on what in the world is on THIS guys mind.

I guess this is the end of my first blog since Xanga.  Have a great weekend everyone.

-Louis