The Art of Correspondence Has Been Pnwed

I am lucky enough to live in an age where it is virtually impossible to lose track of past friends and neighbors. The internet does not make it hard to just look someone up and find their phone number, current city, facebook profile, myspace profile, instant messenger address and that embarrassing photo of their eighth grade science fair win. In fact, it makes it pretty easy. And I am also lucky enough to have the type of personality that figures not seeing someone daily makes it a foregone conclusion that we're not friends anymore. Actually, that is a terrible trait and I pretty much rail on myself every day because of it, but that takes me back to my original point.

The internet rocks.

Recently, I've been reading some blogs of friends I haven't seen in at least a year; most are still single, most have graduated college, most are traveling the world and intensely enjoying life. Seeing all of these great people doing great things (with photos to illustrate their adventures more fully) makes me really, really happy. It also makes me laugh a little because seeing my friends adjusting to their New Grown-up Lives reminds me of when we all were adjusting to our New Teenage lives; luckily, the vast majority are being super successful at the transition.

That being said, I just wonder what it would be like to gather everyone together in a room, all of the old clan, and see if we would all still like each other. I hear there are times and places where things like this happen, but high school reunions have been far too overdramatized on television and movies to make me think that going to one would EVER be a good idea. I am talking about everyone meeting at a Jamba Juice or Starbucks and just shooting the breeze for a couple of hours. I want my former schoolmates, old boyfriends, people who I used to go to church with, ex-coworkers - I want the works at my massive LetsSeeIfWeStillThinkEachOtherIsCool shindig. Again, because of my glowing personality, there's no way that I'll ever make this come true. But the thought of it makes me shimmer inside. The thought of my (probably now brain dead from drugs) first boyfriend hanging out with my (pretentious and "learn-ED") former employer, both with a chai tea in hand makes me giggle.

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I've been feeling really fortunate lately. There isn't much in the way of embellishment that I want to add onto that idea, but let it be known that I'm feeling the wind blowing in my direction. I really REALLY like it.