I have and you will and you also won't. Someone had to point out
   to me, when I said, "I don't know what's wrong with me" and she
   replied, "You're inbetween obsessions" that it hit me: I go from
   obsession to obsession, from "thing" to "thing". I let the
   "thing" envelope me, and meet people and get different ideas and
   thoughts about things.* My context for everything changes around
   that "thing".* One day, I get bored of it, and move on to the
   next "thing".* I'm still friends with the people I was friends
   with in the other "thing", just on a different level, no longer
   "into" what they're into, as I'm into something else. And so,
   I'm 42.* I still do it.* I always will. I look back to what I
   was doing in my late 20s.* I was into religious things, having
   gone whole hog into stuff about monks and deep thinking, and
   theology and such.* I reread what I wrote then and think,
   "That's my handwriting, but WHO WROTE THAT!?" Ok, not that
   dramatically.* Well, sort of. Most of what I wrote I could just
   as easily write today.* I haven't changed in a deep way. But a
   lot of it was surrounding the context of the "thing" I was into
   at the time... and, well, doesn't make any sense any more. The
   "gist" hasn't change though.* Who I am has and hasn't changed
   through the years. The friends?* Well, the ones that are wrapped
   up in the stuff that "changed" for me, they go away.* They're
   not interested in me anymore.* Those that understand more of the
   "who I am" stuff?* They're still friends, but we're just into
   different stuff now.