Facebook is awesome. I love finding old friends. Adrian used to laugh at how I love to collect people. I don't really keep in touch with people on a frequent basis, but I love to keep track of people and just have them not too far away. I like to know they're alright. I don't know why. It makes me feel better.
I found another old friend this week. It's been years. Probably since middle school. We used to do plays together. I was so excited to have found her! After we were officially "friended", I was snooping through all the things she's been up to and looking at all the pictures, and suddenly I was smacked by the most shocking revelation. This girl was ME! No, seriously. Me, but being me much better. It was like that episode of Friends when that chick steals Monica's identity. But how is that possible?! I thought I was doing a pretty good version of me up until now!
It took me a little while to think through it. How could she be doing such a better job at being me. She is knee-deep in all the things I absolutely love -- plays, swing dancing, photography. And I don't do ANY of that stuff right now. Why am I not her? We clearly love the same things. And that WAS me for a while, but it was me like 5 years ago. Look what has become of me! How did this happen? Where did I go wrong?! Where am I?
But then I got a grip. And I realized, this was not me. First of all, I don't have her fabulous legs (I never do have those legs). But I also have other loves. And I have this incredibly serious side. And while I've left some of my loves for a while, I was planning to dive back into fun-loving hobbies I used to know as soon as this MBA mumbo jumbo is over.
Phew. Mid-life crisis averted. But she really is pretty darn awesome. I admit it. I did harvest a little bit of jealous. That doesn't happen often, so it took me by surprise. But I can embrace my jealous tendencies. They're a form of flattery, right?
