Now hiring: New best friends. The old ones are too important to remember me.
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This morning on my way to work, I decided that today would be the day that i try to contact a few people via email that i've lost touch with. It's been awhile since i've spoken to them, and dammit, i miss them.
The first was a girl that i met in my last semester before graduating from community college. She was going to be coming to the same shitty school that i'm in now and we promised to keep in touch. Yeah, not so much. I thought it would be nice to get together and catch up. We hit it off pretty well in ceramics class and i feel pretty crappy about dropping the ball. Also, i want to know what classes she has taken and if she has any information about how to get what you want as this place. Cause i haven't figured it out yet.
The second is the girl that i grew up with. My first bestest friend in the whole wide world, mostly because she lived in the house next door to me for most of our childhood. She and i kind of parted ways after the first year of college because neither of us are very good at long distance friendships. It happens. She moved back a few years ago, but I don't think i've actually seen her in 6 or 7 years. And when i mean she moved back, i mean she was living in the house next to my mother. Whom I go visit about once a week. I probably could have done better with that. But! She decided to pack up and go to school in Arizona for her PhD. Fucking good for her. She sent out one of those mass-email messages you always get from people who are trying to rub it in about how well they're doing even though you haven't heard shit from them in 7 years, to let us know that she was moving and embarking on this bright, new dream. So i responded to the mass-mail in August, congratulating her on getting herself to the next step and wow, you're moving across the country and aren't you special and so, so smart.
She totally didn't write me back.
The third is a guy friend of mine whom i haven't spoken to since April. Before that, i hadn't seen or spoken to him since he left the island and moved to Boston in August of 2007. We had lunch a week before he left and then i heard nothing from him for 8 months. I thought i had pissed him off somehow, but i guess with moving, he had tried to really start a new life. Whatever. He's one of the funniest, most uncomfortable-in-his-own-skin, brilliant people i know. He is the friend that gave me the title to this blog as the subject of an email he wrote to me years ago. I tend to let him off the hook. As it turned out, he had been in the middle of a love-triangle. We all know; these things happen.
So far, it has been about 6 hours since i sent those emails out.
As of 3:45pm, all I have received back is a friend-invite on Facebook from the second girl, my long-lost childhood bestfriend.
She invited me to be her friend on Facebook. I don't even have a real account. I just set it up to see what it was all about, like a few months ago.
I get the distinct feeling that she is telling me that all i really need to know about her life i can find on Facebook. As in, "i'm not going to honor you with the joy of receiving a real email from me. You can learn what everyone else learns about me from my online profile."
My friends suck.