Change by chance

Feeling out of sorts that my memories are not staying put in their hermetically sealed mental compartments.

How dare people live, evolve, and generally move on with their lives.

Why aren't you all where I left you? 

I thought I finally had you organized, somewhat figured out, a semblance of order,
and here you are surprising me with all this growing up nonsense.

The nerve.

The gall; continuing to live after the time we knew each other.

Least you could do is not leave clues where I might stumble, unawares, upon your updated info.

Now I have to revisit/reorder how I feel about everything all over again.

I think it's going to be a good thing,
or rather it is already a good thing, and I will come to that realization eventually.

Going to need a bigger brain, and a bigger bottle of tequila.

Excuse me, I must intoxicate, inebriate, and otherwise imbibe.