We could all use a little (passive aggressive) change

No, I don't have any spare change. I have ALL of the unwanted change, though. I started drinking coffee, I'm trying to eat 'healthier,' joined a gym, the love of my life is gone forever. That sort of change. I believe strongly in the power of human beings to change. Or at least this human being. Since Muhammad Ali just died, here's one of his: "a man who views the world the same at 50 as he did at 20 has wasted 30 years of his life." Or something like that. Google is full of variants and paraphrases, so that's what you get from me.

It seems like my parents have both been flabbergasted by all the changes in me. When I dragged my wife's Keurig machine from storage and started using it, you'd think my parents were in 1840's France looking at a daguerreotype. No, me drinking coffee isn't gonna steal your soul.

Augusten Burroughs speaks thusly in This Is How about losing a loved one: "...they are not the only ones who die: you die, too. The person you were when you were with them is gone, just as surely as they are." That being said, I still have a mostly animate lump of flesh to pilot through the rest of my time on this Earth. I have to find out who I've become now, since that me is dead. Maybe I'm not really a coffee drinker in the long run. Maybe I'm the kind of person now who wears tinfoil argues with pigeons and asks you for spare change. Maybe I'm the next President of the United States of America, despite still being under the legal age (hey, Cruz was born in Canada, who knows?). But one thing I'm not, and can never be again, is the person my parents used to know when she was alive. Same name, same face, new contents. Explicit contents (parental advisory).