The ties that bind
What is it that causes us to check up on someone from our past?
I was talking to Eric recently, yes I am still in contact with him...while Joy refused to let me go to the wedding she still tolerates him calling to me, and he took great delight in telling me of where all of our mutual friends are at in their lives. While that is understandable on his end, he likely
receives some joy being able to dispense knowledge that I lack, what I confuses me is whyＩcare about these people. I don't even remember a good deal of them, and of those who I do instantly remember I haven't thought about them since the last time that I spoke to Eric. What is it that makes me want to fill the holes in the story since I left them. Why do I think that if I know what they are doing now that will somehow recreate me as the personＩwas whenＩknew them?
Livejournal likely plays a role in this, a good portion of my friends list is made up of people I knew back at Blair, and I would be lying if I said I didn't read a percentage of the entries on that page. That though seems like a passive involvement, all I need to do is hit the button and everything is done for me. Thoughts? Opinions? Stories?
While on the topic of Eric, I'm finding that I have either forgotten how to properly tell my stories, I am telling them to a different crowd, or the enjoyment of these stories requires a good knowledge of who I am as a person. Either way, my attempts at entertaining people with the New Orleans story, or the Eric Story, or the Tilt story have not worked out as well as Ｉ would hope.
I guess I'll just need new stories, or more time with old friends.
I was talking to Eric recently, yes I am still in contact with him...while Joy refused to let me go to the wedding she still tolerates him calling to me, and he took great delight in telling me of where all of our mutual friends are at in their lives. While that is understandable on his end, he likely
receives some joy being able to dispense knowledge that I lack, what I confuses me is whyＩcare about these people. I don't even remember a good deal of them, and of those who I do instantly remember I haven't thought about them since the last time that I spoke to Eric. What is it that makes me want to fill the holes in the story since I left them. Why do I think that if I know what they are doing now that will somehow recreate me as the personＩwas whenＩknew them?
Livejournal likely plays a role in this, a good portion of my friends list is made up of people I knew back at Blair, and I would be lying if I said I didn't read a percentage of the entries on that page. That though seems like a passive involvement, all I need to do is hit the button and everything is done for me. Thoughts? Opinions? Stories?
While on the topic of Eric, I'm finding that I have either forgotten how to properly tell my stories, I am telling them to a different crowd, or the enjoyment of these stories requires a good knowledge of who I am as a person. Either way, my attempts at entertaining people with the New Orleans story, or the Eric Story, or the Tilt story have not worked out as well as Ｉ would hope.
I guess I'll just need new stories, or more time with old friends.