I have one which keeps me staring blankly at my alarm clock and keeping “what’s up” scraps on social networking sites. That one day, twenty years from now, I will be saddled with a ho-hum suburban life with a long list of failures and what ifs and worst of all, with fading memories of the days when I was young. And I would be alone, with no way to sharpen those blurring mental images. The frontal cortex is a big faulty camera.
That is why I keep leaving those “what’s ups” to people I know from the school days, so I always have someone to go back who’d remind me of who I was and I won’t lose faith in meself. Also ’cause, to paraphrase Stephen King/Rob Reiner, and people have heard me say this before, I never had friends like the ones I had when I was 13. God, does anyone?
The above line speaks volumes about my social awkwardness but that’s another story.
People move in and out of our lives, it’s all well and good but I don’t want to wonder what happened to them or where they are years from now. People slip away from us, more often than not due to prejudices and whims of the warm young blood. We’re all going to be lonely someday and I for one won’t let any more people slip away to oblivion from my social network. Which reminds me I have work to do this summer rejuvenating the alma mater’s alumni networking organization.
Driftwood Life 