Items Misplaced and Re-discovered
In the last week I found three friends who had been lost somewhere along the way from adolescence to adulthood. First I got in touch with the sister of one of my best friends from childhood; these girls lived next door to me for fifteen years and somehow I lost them. Then I discovered the first true friend I made when I was a freshman at ASU; I had also misplaced her over the years. And finally, I was working yesterday, looked up, and there was my college roommate, a woman I haven't seen since her baby shower. The kid is now eight-years-old.
It's amazing how fast time goes by when you aren't paying attention. Finding these people was way better than getting a weird email from a guy who felt the need to apologize for kissing me ten years ago. I hope to get in touch with the older sister of the two next-door-neighbors. She was my closest friend growing up. Her family belonged to a--there's no nice way to say it--a religious cult, and she was demonized (no pun intended) by her fellow classmates for dressing funny, which was a required part of the cult or else she was going to H-e-double hockeysticks. Both sisters abandoned said cult as soon as they reached the age of maturity. Tonight I will go to my mom's for dinner and drive past the house next door where I spent so, so much time in my angst-ridden youth, and I will know I am back in touch with my fellow sufferers of gradeschool, junior high and HS.
Now I must repeat my Thanksgiving mantra, which goes: "Don't be unpleasant to your mother tonight. Don't be unpleasant to your mother tonightDon't be unpleasant to your mother tonightDon't be unpleasant to your mother tonight. . ." bolt77 I know you are mumblng a similar mantra in North Dakota. Good luck to you, my friend.
It's amazing how fast time goes by when you aren't paying attention. Finding these people was way better than getting a weird email from a guy who felt the need to apologize for kissing me ten years ago. I hope to get in touch with the older sister of the two next-door-neighbors. She was my closest friend growing up. Her family belonged to a--there's no nice way to say it--a religious cult, and she was demonized (no pun intended) by her fellow classmates for dressing funny, which was a required part of the cult or else she was going to H-e-double hockeysticks. Both sisters abandoned said cult as soon as they reached the age of maturity. Tonight I will go to my mom's for dinner and drive past the house next door where I spent so, so much time in my angst-ridden youth, and I will know I am back in touch with my fellow sufferers of gradeschool, junior high and HS.
Now I must repeat my Thanksgiving mantra, which goes: "Don't be unpleasant to your mother tonight. Don't be unpleasant to your mother tonightDon't be unpleasant to your mother tonightDon't be unpleasant to your mother tonight. . ." bolt77 I know you are mumblng a similar mantra in North Dakota. Good luck to you, my friend.