Balls and Walnuts
more than you ever wanted to know
I don’t care what y’all think about Facebook
but I think it’s COOL. This week, I found an old friend that I hadn’t talked to since 9th grade (and hadn’t really been close to since elementary school) and then yet another close friend from elementary school appeared out of the blue, telling me stories about myself that I don’t remember, but sound utterly believable. For example, apparently I was the one who taught him about the birds and the bees. With full anatomical illustrations from the library. No, I don’t remember that at all. But I don’t doubt it for a moment.
It’ll be fun meeting up with those two. I tend to think I have an encyclopedic memory of my youth, but the truth is altogether different. This is not the first time that someone from my past has divulged something about me that sounds, well, like ME, and yet I don’t remember it at all.
Too bad we don’t go through life with a little documentarian perched on our shoulders, recording choice moments that we can enjoy forty, fifty years later. It would add a certain fullness to our lives, I think. A fresh perspective.
Material for blackmail, if nothing else.
D.
I don’t like facebook much. I joined back in the day and got spammed half to death and left in disgust.
I, too, was friended by people from the past, most of whom I didn’t know then and certainly don’t know now. I remember thinking ‘I didn’t like most of these people when I was 16, why would I like them now?’
I don’t do much on FB, but am glad when someone else coughs up nuggets of my past (2nd grade class photo! high school drama productions!). I don’t remember much of my youth at all, so am glad to get reminders of it.
If we had a documentarian, they’d need to be a hell of an editor! Would love to see someone dig a cohesive plot line of my tragectory so far.
Yes, that photo from Merchant of Venice was special 🙂