world too small to fit in head
Nov. 10th, 2009 02:23 pmOne of the things that comes with being a milbrat has been the desire (sometimes coupled with the ability) to keep track of people I used to know. Even when I didn't know them all that well. Sometimes this has hilarious results.
Facebook's been a boon in this regard. No one ever finds /me/ on Facebook, but I've dug up a remarkable number of used-to-be-acquaintances. Like C--, who was my Big Brother in the VT theatre department when I made my Triumphant Return to full-time student status. (I was a pretty poor Little, between being fairly introverted, having theatre as a second major, and trying to cram the whole experience into two years. I occasionally feel sorry that he didn't get someone who wanted to be more into the whole thing.) Facebook also provides a way to stay nominally in touch with my sister. This is, I think, an appropriate level of contact for us.
Anyway, C-- noted yesterday that his wedding was two months away. There was one comment (a "congrats" kind of thing), from someone whose name looked familiar. It took me literally about thirty seconds to process that, yes, a guy I knew from college had some connection to my baby sister.
But Wait, There's More. "Some connection" turns out to be that a) he went to St Stephens UMC (my church, with which I had a close relationship until I graduated and they fired the totally awesome religious ed director for telling them to mind their own business), so they were in the youth group at the same time, and b) they'd dated for awhile in high school.
I think I'd be pretty dazed by that even if I weren't substituting stress for sleep these days.
Facebook's been a boon in this regard. No one ever finds /me/ on Facebook, but I've dug up a remarkable number of used-to-be-acquaintances. Like C--, who was my Big Brother in the VT theatre department when I made my Triumphant Return to full-time student status. (I was a pretty poor Little, between being fairly introverted, having theatre as a second major, and trying to cram the whole experience into two years. I occasionally feel sorry that he didn't get someone who wanted to be more into the whole thing.) Facebook also provides a way to stay nominally in touch with my sister. This is, I think, an appropriate level of contact for us.
Anyway, C-- noted yesterday that his wedding was two months away. There was one comment (a "congrats" kind of thing), from someone whose name looked familiar. It took me literally about thirty seconds to process that, yes, a guy I knew from college had some connection to my baby sister.
But Wait, There's More. "Some connection" turns out to be that a) he went to St Stephens UMC (my church, with which I had a close relationship until I graduated and they fired the totally awesome religious ed director for telling them to mind their own business), so they were in the youth group at the same time, and b) they'd dated for awhile in high school.
I think I'd be pretty dazed by that even if I weren't substituting stress for sleep these days.