Star Wars and Awkward Reunions

Yes, I’m gonna see it. Maybe not first night, probably not even first week but I’m gonna see it. Having a Star Wars movie show up now, after all these years, all this water under the bridge, it’s like a phone call out of the blue from that friend you’re shocked is still alive. The last time you saw him he was on top of a table at a karaoke bar having gotten a little too wasted one too many times and you weren’t gonna talk him through the guilt and self recrimination and clean up the barfs anymore. So you walked out, called a cab, and left.

You had been growing apart for a few years anyway and you knew when he never tried to get in touch that he was just as relieved as you to be done with what was, even at its best, a codependent unhealthy relationship in which you shared your weaknesses and perpetuated bad behaviors in one another.

And now he’s back, gonna be in town for Christmas. He swears it’ll be just like the old days. He’s cleaned up and what’s more he’s feeling more energized than ever and has  business ideas he wants to let you in on. He’ll be around a lot more, things are gonna be great and he’ll never let you down again.

Meanwhile I’m a little iffy on getting together at all. I’ve moved on, gotten married, changed. Maybe I don’t want it to be like it was. Sure I cherish the memories but I don’t think I have the energy to pretend we’re teenagers again.

So I’ll see it and I might even enjoy it. But it won’t take long before I start letting the sequels and spin offs all just kind of slip past me onto home video.