world too small to fit in head

[jazzfish]

One 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.

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[thanate.livejournal.com]

I was once on a dig with a girl who went to my elementary school in the same class as my brother... no dating was involved, however.

[jazzfish]

Thanks to the whole "moving every three years" aspect of milbratness, it's spectacularly unlikely that I'll ever encounter anyone who knew my sister any earlier than late elementary school. I think I'm grateful for this.

[thanate.livejournal.com]

We actually mainly stayed in one place for so long because a) my father got transferred to the pentagon when I was two, and escaped the Navy before the DC area, and b) the GT center program, and then my brother at TJ seemed worth sticking around for. On the other hand, I more or less get along with my brother, so there's that.

The oddest thing about the co-worker experience was that I hadn't been previously aware that there was a regional accent specific to Haycock Elementary.

[jazzfish]

a regional accent specific to Haycock Elementary

A what now?

[thanate.livejournal.com]

I couldn't explain it either. It was sort of like running into a faint smell that you've got a very particular association with, only with sound, of course. Something about her accent just sounded particularly familiar in a way I hadn't really heard since elementary school.

Of course, like most accents, I don't have it myself.