This morning, I woke up at 4 am. It took me until 5:15 to figure out that in fact I was not falling back asleep, so I got up to read. First, I thought, I'll quickly check my facebook account. Five hours later, having combed through all my friends' profiles and scanned the jillions of networks searching for anyone who popped into my head, I'm debating if I should post a few pictures. Fucking facebook.
I (and probably everyone else) have been living in this unreal world for months now where I feel like I've reunited with people I haven't seen or thought about in years. After only exchanging shallow greetings or a poke, or even just seeing their names in print, I'm now thinking (and dreaming) about these people regularly. All I have to go on, though, is this little glimpse of who each person is now, and I try to fit this into my old memories, which doesn't always work. It's so strange. It's not at all the same as bumping into someone from junior high at the grocery store, but I can't decide if it's better or worse. Or just different. It's amazing how people get into your brain and stick around after so little interaction. Maybe I just have nothing better to think about right now.
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I find it amazing, the amount of people that I remember disliking who are there with photos of their family and they look so happy and well adjusted. My brain does not want to accept!
I know, neither does mine. It's all very high-school feeling.
this is fun this "is she on facebook or the blog" thing we have going.
I know! Just checking back-and-forth gives me a sweet feeling of anticipation.
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