Single serving

My single serving friend of the day is Jason.

Ran into him today between classes.

We go way back, Jason and I… Seven years back.

But I rarely see him. Each encounter is another single serving experience.

Today we discussed human development, developmental theorists… Erikson, Chickering, Perry.

And then we parted ways again, not to see each other for another 6 months.

My life is an endless series of single serving encounters.

I have no permanent relationships. Once best-friends are now acquaintances, acquaintances come and go.

My life itself has little permanence.

Nothing is real. Everything is a facade. I am cordial, I am friendly… To people that aren’t my friends, and girls that aren’t my girlfriend.

What do you have to say about that, Chickering?