Remember I set up a pity date with The Red Cross? Seems to have worked, so far.
I recently reread one of my favorite novels, The Habitation of the Blessed, by Catherynne Valente. There are some characters who are immortal, and to keep from boredom and stagnation, they have a lottery every three hundred years. You get a new occupation, live in a new town, have a new family, and whatever you get, you are stuck with it for three hundred years until the lottery comes around again. People you knew in your old life, you are supposed to try to forget them, and if you see them on the street you are supposed to greet them as one would greet a stranger.
Because I am an anxious person, and because I apparently enjoy scaring the shit out of myself, my brain took this idea in a very dark direction. Ok, so what if you had this lottery thing, and you did meet up again with your best friend. You both know that you knew each other years ago, but you follow the rules, and get to know each other again, having greeting each other as one would greet a stranger.
You introduce yourself to each other.
You decide to spend some time together.
After spending some time with this person, you both realize you don’t like the other one very much. By getting to know each other all over again, you end up learning all these things about that person that you don’t like.
Thinking about that was very sad for me.