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May. 21st, 2004 12:43 pmYou have no idea how happy I am that we have The Internet again.
May. 21st, 2004
Small World
May. 21st, 2004 09:48 pmSo I'm standing in the hair products aisle of WalMart tonight, debating on two different colors of dye. I'm trying to get back to a shade that doesn't require maintenance, as hair dye has now been linked to cancer and perfectly good ten dollar bills going down the drain. Anyway, I suddenly hear my name, in that incredulously questioning tone that you hear when someone is not really sure it's you. I look over and see... someone I actually do know--my best friend from high school, no less. (Barbie.) "What are you doing here?!" we both ask in a shocked voice at approximately the same time, only to answer "I live here!" at about the same time as well. Actually, we moved in pretty much across the road from her, or rather, our subdivision is across the road from hers. Can you imagine the odds on that?
I lost touch with her just before I got married three and a half years ago. We had mostly lost contact before that, but I still saw her casually now and then. We were best friends, and we had these boyfriends who were also friends, so we were this kind of inseperable foursome for a couple of years. That group dynamic really didn't make it past the inevitable breakups when we all started college, and we sort of went in different directions with the whole life thing.
The truly odd thing about it is how similar we always were, and now we're living in the same place, within a mile of each other. We used to joke that we were twins, separated at conception. We even looked somewhat alike in high school. Actually, her dad mistook me for her once, if that tells you anything. (From behind, or something, and at a bit of a distance, but still.) Actually, her boyfriend did it once, too, now that I think about it, but that one went over so badly we didn't mention it again and pretended it didn't happen. I really had no idea what happened to her. I knew she wasn't working where she had been, and I sure hadn't seen her around town. It's so weird. So very weird. But kind of exciting. She's supposed to call me tomorrow, or I'm going to call her.
I thought of her just the other day while packing, actually. At some point, we were kvetching about the unromanticism of the male species, so we came up with the girlfriend project of swapping small decorated boxes with mementos inside. I don't remember anything about what was in the one I made or how it looked, but the one she gave me was blue and yellow (to represent the beginning of our college career.. MSU colors) and had, among other things, some lead for a mechan-i-ical pencil. You know. For ammo. Anyway, I found it in my closet and put it in the box. I'm glad I didn't throw it away in a fit of unsentimentality because then I would feel really guilty now, to have kept it this long and gotten rid of it less than a week before I run into her again.`
You know what else is weird? My first best friend from high school apparently lives here, as well, although that one doesn't surprise me. She lived here off and on in middle school and high school. We kind of grew apart after our sophomore year, for reasons that I won't bother with right now, and Barbie and I grew closer at around the same time.
Okay, I'll stop babbling now. I have a bunch of internety things to do, like fixing the Mosaic Minds problems that popped out of the woodwork after my keyboard got packed up, and I need to make a few phone calls, so I guess I'll get to that. What a small world we live in!
I lost touch with her just before I got married three and a half years ago. We had mostly lost contact before that, but I still saw her casually now and then. We were best friends, and we had these boyfriends who were also friends, so we were this kind of inseperable foursome for a couple of years. That group dynamic really didn't make it past the inevitable breakups when we all started college, and we sort of went in different directions with the whole life thing.
The truly odd thing about it is how similar we always were, and now we're living in the same place, within a mile of each other. We used to joke that we were twins, separated at conception. We even looked somewhat alike in high school. Actually, her dad mistook me for her once, if that tells you anything. (From behind, or something, and at a bit of a distance, but still.) Actually, her boyfriend did it once, too, now that I think about it, but that one went over so badly we didn't mention it again and pretended it didn't happen. I really had no idea what happened to her. I knew she wasn't working where she had been, and I sure hadn't seen her around town. It's so weird. So very weird. But kind of exciting. She's supposed to call me tomorrow, or I'm going to call her.
I thought of her just the other day while packing, actually. At some point, we were kvetching about the unromanticism of the male species, so we came up with the girlfriend project of swapping small decorated boxes with mementos inside. I don't remember anything about what was in the one I made or how it looked, but the one she gave me was blue and yellow (to represent the beginning of our college career.. MSU colors) and had, among other things, some lead for a mechan-i-ical pencil. You know. For ammo. Anyway, I found it in my closet and put it in the box. I'm glad I didn't throw it away in a fit of unsentimentality because then I would feel really guilty now, to have kept it this long and gotten rid of it less than a week before I run into her again.`
You know what else is weird? My first best friend from high school apparently lives here, as well, although that one doesn't surprise me. She lived here off and on in middle school and high school. We kind of grew apart after our sophomore year, for reasons that I won't bother with right now, and Barbie and I grew closer at around the same time.
Okay, I'll stop babbling now. I have a bunch of internety things to do, like fixing the Mosaic Minds problems that popped out of the woodwork after my keyboard got packed up, and I need to make a few phone calls, so I guess I'll get to that. What a small world we live in!