Blast From the Past
Lately, I've had great difficulty communicating with people. Friends have, for no apparent reason, started neglecting to return calls, or completely flaking out when we agreed to spend time together. Heck, when I called my parents last night they said hi and asked if it was okay if they called me back later. This is a fairly annoying occurrence, but this time I have an explanation. Unfortunately, the explanation is somewhat mired in concepts similar to sympathetic magic and the like, but I'll give it anyway because it amuses me.
The reason I've decided upon for people not communicating is that I've used up a large amount of my "people getting in contact with me" quota on David Hosch, because his case is surprisingly extreme. Basically, I signed on to MySpace one day to be notified that I have a new message, from a vaguely familiar sandy-blond-haired guy with a baby girl on his lap (it turns out it's not his, it's his brother's). The message itself had that wonderfully vague title of "Hi," so I braced myself for an obscene suggestion or yet another variation on "hey hows it goin" and clicked--
And found a message from my best friend from grade school. GRADE SCHOOL, do you hear me? David Hosch introduced himself, not certain that I'd remember him, and said that he wanted to chat and catch up.
David is a great friend, I think I briefly wrote about him once before. We met in fourth grade, because our teacher paired the young-kid-who-skipped-a-grade together with the one-legged guy in hopes of us both making a new friend and being less lonerish, and it worked. From fourth through sixth grades, David was probably my best friend, the guy I spent my recesses with, etc. I'm pretty sure he was the last person I had a sleepover with. Well, you know, before having grown up and had the emphasis of sleepovers somewhat altered...Unfortunately, after sixth grade the party was over because I went to the middle school nearest where I lived, which is not handicap accessible. This would present a problem for my wheelchair-bound friend, and so he had to go to a different school.
Now let's take a moment and really emphasize how out of place this is. If we consider my MySpace account, I have a whopping ZERO friends from middle school as buddies (although when you consider that I think I only had about three friends in middle school, this seems slightly less odd). And while we're at it, I can't think of any High School friends on my MySpace account either. So my earliest friends on MySpace were all from college or later--six full years after David and I parted ways.
David is now on my Top 8, mostly due to seniority.
And I have to say, it's interesting chatting with an old friend and getting caught up with them...especially when it's been about a dozen years since you last spoke. You know, including all of puberty and deciding what to do in college.
Total blast from the past, you know?
The reason I've decided upon for people not communicating is that I've used up a large amount of my "people getting in contact with me" quota on David Hosch, because his case is surprisingly extreme. Basically, I signed on to MySpace one day to be notified that I have a new message, from a vaguely familiar sandy-blond-haired guy with a baby girl on his lap (it turns out it's not his, it's his brother's). The message itself had that wonderfully vague title of "Hi," so I braced myself for an obscene suggestion or yet another variation on "hey hows it goin" and clicked--
And found a message from my best friend from grade school. GRADE SCHOOL, do you hear me? David Hosch introduced himself, not certain that I'd remember him, and said that he wanted to chat and catch up.
David is a great friend, I think I briefly wrote about him once before. We met in fourth grade, because our teacher paired the young-kid-who-skipped-a-grade together with the one-legged guy in hopes of us both making a new friend and being less lonerish, and it worked. From fourth through sixth grades, David was probably my best friend, the guy I spent my recesses with, etc. I'm pretty sure he was the last person I had a sleepover with. Well, you know, before having grown up and had the emphasis of sleepovers somewhat altered...Unfortunately, after sixth grade the party was over because I went to the middle school nearest where I lived, which is not handicap accessible. This would present a problem for my wheelchair-bound friend, and so he had to go to a different school.
Now let's take a moment and really emphasize how out of place this is. If we consider my MySpace account, I have a whopping ZERO friends from middle school as buddies (although when you consider that I think I only had about three friends in middle school, this seems slightly less odd). And while we're at it, I can't think of any High School friends on my MySpace account either. So my earliest friends on MySpace were all from college or later--six full years after David and I parted ways.
David is now on my Top 8, mostly due to seniority.
And I have to say, it's interesting chatting with an old friend and getting caught up with them...especially when it's been about a dozen years since you last spoke. You know, including all of puberty and deciding what to do in college.
Total blast from the past, you know?