Walking Over the Bridge of Spies
What a strange, little world this internet is.
I was going through my clothes, doing the annual purge. Getting rid of clothes I haven’t worn in years to make room in my closet for more important things, like dirty clothes and porn. I came across a shirt that was made for me after I won this silly, little blogging contest thing a few years back. Man, back then I was posting about my life at least daily. Now, I make an entry about as often as some stupid celebrity does something they do rarely (I lack the energy for a decent analogy, or even a bad one).
Anyway, I found myself going through the archives of that game and how hated I was at the time (it was based on survivor and I had the gall to form an alliance, and use it effectively). It was an interesting time, not so much for the contest but for the company I kept. I was blogging daily, IMing ad nauseum, and fairly well connected in online terms. Now, I IM about as often as I blog. Still, that period left me with a handful of friends that transferred into real life that I still hang around today (albeit with less frequency).
It got me thinking about the cycle of friends in life. Seems to me, and this isn’t a scientific study by any means, that we (or mayhaps just me) cycle through friends about twice a decade. Grade school, junior high, high school, college, post-college, California part 1, California part 2 (the present). All of my friends fit into one of those sections of time. Some overlap to the next. Rarely does someone make the leap past that. I don’t have any friends from grade school anymore. I wouldn’t mind hearing from any of them, but what little digging I’ve done has left no results. Surprisingly, I’m the one easiest found on the internet, which means no one is looking for me. Junior high was the same group for me. I have two high school friends I still communicate with on a regular basis. Occasionally, I will have lunch when I’m back home with one of them (the other isn’t there). My college friends have a drop-off rate of about three per year, leaving me with about six or seven that are in my collective, of course at least three of them will likely remain my best friends for the remainder. Post-college brought about a couple lifers and couple dropper-offers. California part 1 is meshing nicely with California part 2, but there is erosion. No longer is my circle built around my former job, which is good. I also got a couple lifers out of those groups as well.
It’s neither here nor there, this study, just a look around. I wonder how many of the people I’m currently hanging out with will make to the next evolution. Given that most of last year centered around the movie and I’ve already lost most of those guys, well, it’s looking good for those still around.
The other thought in all of this is how important blogging used to be to me. I had stories with a point. I had an audience (I honestly don’t know who even remembers I have this blog, much less who reads it, which is a good thing) and I had an all-consuming addiction. Thankfully, I’ve put my focus in other areas. Still, I’m hopelessly nostalgic for some of those peeps that I merely chatted with on a regular basis or followed their lives online. Some got married I’m sure, maybe some died, who knows. Just strange that this is certainly a new phenomena. My parents did not have these issues.
As for me, I was in New York for a job for a couple weeks and I’ve been chilling and writing since my return. I did a five-day fast for a variety of reasons which was another weird experiment. I never thought that I, who would contemplate gnawing off my own arm if I skipped lunch, would make it five days on nothing but cranberry juice and a few spices and water. I also enjoyed the dizziness. I may be starting something with a new girl, but since the last fifteen or so didn’t make it past laundry day, I’ll be holding off on details there for a spell. I also have had meetings of a career nature but nothing to report yet. Holding pattern all around it seems.
Now, go watch Battlestar Galactica because it’s quite possibly the greatest show that television has produced.