Woah, Life , The universe and shit

So, i was in a big of a transcendental mood last night. Dont know exactly how to describe it but its the feeling you get when you start thinking about life and big issues and shit and realise that what you think is important really does not amount to much. Watched a film based in WWII London and finished my book on the 20th century history of the Middle East. The movie was a comedy of sorts but it was one of those that just follows the life of a theatre over a few years as characters come and go and die and get old and stuff. Those ones always get me, a League f Their own is one of the most depressing movies i have ever seen. It made me wonder what we are going to be doing in five or ten years time? Who is goingt o be married, parents, dead? Since i moved away from home, six months this weekend, I kind of just see the broad brush-strokes of what is going on back home; who is seeing/not seeing who, who is getting/leaving a job, moving, studying, self-destructing. If these things can happen in just 6 months that what will a decade bring? It does not really depress me per se, but it does make me think

If there is one that college, the year after, and this trip away has taught me is that friendships are made, fade and sometimes, if you are lucky, grow back. I have met and befriended so many people on this trip that i have taken to writing down their names in a wee book just so i can remember them all. Its odd who makes it and who does not. The Irish guy spent two months with in Dunedin does not as we have not stayed in touch at all. The two Scottish girls that i met and spent an entire night just talking to in the sitting room have made it. I have not seen them in three months, only knew them for two days and one of them is back in Scotland and the other is in Oz but we still text or bebo a few times a week. I was just saying to Amanda the other day, through the wonders of bebo, that i think we have done a good job of staying in touch even though we only knew each other for 4 months and have only met once in the 3 years since then. Through this old blog thing and texts i have been talking to Danielle and Pa more than i have since i left college and that is pretty sweet. When i left college i was worried that i would lose touch with a lot of people but i think that when you get older you just get more used to people drifting away but then once you meet them again everything just goes back to normal, meeting Anna in Queenstown was a case in point, it had been over a year since we had seen each other but nothing was really different, bar her being a Muslim.