I had a very full weekend in Cleveland, and sleep was an issue. When you combat that with Matt working third shift this week, I am no where near caught up and obviously very co-dependant. So, I have been spending time at night trying to watch all my recorded shows on my DVR and typing away on the computer.
MySpace is a little daunting for me. I really have no handle on it and barely can post a quiz result. But it amazes me as well. I can't believe how many people I found from my high school...people I went to school with, younger and older, and how they seem to change but stay the same. It's like fast forwarding 10 years of your life in one short click. Some you wouldn't recognize if you didn't have a name to go with the profile pic. Some look exactly the same. Some assholes are still assholes. And some, you can tell, are just as sweet as they used to be, if not sweeter. Some come out to you with one click. Some are still hiding behind the curtain. Some you didn't think would ever have sex now have 6 kids! Some, who were in your child development class, now say they'll never have kids. Some you wish you didn't find. Some, you forget how much you missed. Some you wish you knew better. Some you wish you'd found but they haven't signed up yet.
Then I wonder: Is it strange I'm seeking these people out? Do they even recall who I am? I can't count how many times someone has come up to me, whether it was from high school or another period in my life, and I have NO idea who the hell they are. Some of these people that "know me so well" even spout off my sibling's names, the street I grew up on, or my dog's name when I was 10 years old. It still amazes me how I could forget not only the names of these people, but how I even know them...how I do NOT know them. Am I that person to someone else?
Oh hell. I need sleep.
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I get messed up on sleep when I'm out of my routine too. Early Sunday morning after Kristen's party? 2 hours of tossing and turning.
When I first found MySpace, I spent an entire night looking up people from H.S. but I couldn't tell who was still an asshole and I really wanted to be able to do that.
I'm probably just much more judgemental than you are and figure having all porn stars on their top 8 still makes them an asshole.
I'm all about giving people a first chance, but if they fuck it up they're kinda dead to me. Not that it's a huge thing and I'm this famous person. But not many people are able to redeem themselves with me.
SO WATCH IT!
I've been contacted by people I don't remember who remember me as well. One person in particular really threw me and the only person I could possibly ask about it, I can't. That blows.
When someone doesn't have a blogger account for me to spy on them, I turn to Myspace. If I can't find 'em there - they must be dead or not worth it.
And don't feel bad Tam, I remember about 8 people from high school and maybe 6 from college, but people are always remembering me. It kind of scares me really. What did I do that they remember? I didn't start drinking until I was 23 so that couldn't be it...
i found a couple people from my high school i wouldn't mind just saying hi to again and moving on, but i'm just as shy on myspace as i am in real life.
I'm addicted to myself and love that I can keep up with friends and people I used to know from College.
The people from high school are a little different. I am curious as to how their lives are going for a couple of reasons... some were friends. Some were people who were once friends but then I drifted apart from even in high school.
Others were mean to me and I kind of like checking in on them, hoping their lives or shitty or maybe wondering if they've grown at all since high school.
I agreed with a lot of stuff in your post... some people look the same and some people it's like wow, who are you... even though I may have known them pretty well back in the day.
Seeing some of their profiles on myspace makes me pretty happy with my own life's progression...
I'm a bit hesitant to initiate communication with some people from high school because other than being a little nosey, I couldn't give a shit about most of them... but i hate when their profiles are private. that's gay.
Two things. One, I am that person who remembers you, where you grew up, that ugly shirt you insisted on wearing every week. I don't know why either. It just sticks in my head.
Two, I have no interest in recalling what people from my past are up to. High school was SO painful. It's so cliche, but I don't want to know, don't want to catch up, get in touch. Just leave me alone. We aren't friends for a reason.
Hee Hee. Well just so you know it wasn't a shirt. It was a garfield nightgown I just tucked in my pants because the bus was coming. It was really not the best choice since Garfield was in a hot air balloon and obviously the "shirt" was longer than a tshirt. How could you not have realized that Anne!
I had that shirt/nightgown! I also had the Garfield "Leo" shirt/nightgown...
That was the same time period that Jamz and banana clips were popular.
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