A few evenings ago, a friendship made stale by time, personal differences, and perhaps unexpressed mutual hatred wanted itself rekindled.
When one ages, he loses the patience to put up with people whose arrogance, loquacity, and sheer presence are vexing. He tolerates nonsense less and is more exacting with how he wants to spend his precious time. People he met in the past, and present, are sifted through a fine mesh of carefully chosen criteria. Whereas some consciously widen their circles like elegant patterns of overlapping Venn diagrams whose center are themselves, some maintain beautiful tiny dots, like lonely stars unfortunately un-included in those arbitrary constellations.
So I left the text message unanswered, choosing not to say anything, and went on leafing the pages of a book that had been waiting for me to be held.