Long Weekend

My kids had a four-day weekend.

Its a lot of fun for them. It's a lot of work for their parents.

I went to a party in someone's backyard. A young guy shook his head at me, because I live in the suburbs. There's nothing to walk to, out here. It's so unfortunate.

I have been the young guy shaking his head. I'm not him anymore.

WRITING PROMPT: Two halves of one self meet at a party, though they don't know that's what they are, don't realize they're parts of the same whole. They disapprove of one another. Why?