It's been a month and a day. I'm sorry

In my defense, I have been crazy busy. I enjoyed Thanksgiving break, went back to school, finished projects, took finals, and worked insanely hard for the past week and a half, but today I relaxed. It was beautiful, it was comfortable, and I feel so rested. I ate pizza, watched football, baked cookies, bought Christmas presents online, and managed to do nothing worthwhile. It was a great day.
But that's not what I came to write about today. I's not even what I've been thinking about. I saw a friend recently, I'm not sure I would characterize this person as a friend anymore, let's call them an acquaintance, anyway, I saw them and we were playing catch-up. The conversation was as follows:
(1) "How are you?"
(2) "Great, really good. It's been so long since I've seen you."
(1) "Yeah, me too, so what's up?"
(2) "Nothing, nothing really. You?"
(1) "Same old, Same old, how long has it been since I've seen you?"
(2) "That concert last year, was that last year?"
(1) "Oh yeah that sounds about right. What are you doing here?"

Does any of this sound familiar? It took quite a bit longer than even this for us to even get to a subject that wasn't meaningless nothings. I wanted to reach out shake them and tell them to start talking to me like I was really there. Tell me what they've been doing, tell me how they've been, really been, tell me what they were learning, and yet we were bound by these useless chains of niceties. I hated it, but I didn't know how to make it stop, so I let it continue. Even when we got down to the actual happenings of their life I knew they were edging around things, skirting around issues that they thought I might be uncomfortable with, they were acting as if they didn't know me anymore, and because they were doing that I felt like I didn't know them anymore. I was so confused, I still am confused. We exchanged numbers with promises to call and an awkward hug. I don't know if I should call, I don't know if I would have anything to say, If they ever called I can see myself looking at the caller ID and letting it go to voicemail. I feel like I lost a friend, without doing anything wrong. I don't know if it's one of those awkward thing that neither of us will ever admit that anything went wrong, or if this something we talk about and try to make right (can you make something right, if it was never technically wrong?) I don't know what my part in this dialogue is and I wish somebody would let me know.