Creeva’s World 2.0

You ever notice that when you are on social net­works that you seem to seek peo­ple out that you only have the most ten­ta­tive of con­nec­tions with.   I’m as bad as any­one.   I’m speak­ing of this after a true friend added me yes­ter­day on Face­book.  It’s some­one I mes­saged back and forth a few times with, and may mildly keep in touch with.   After that I went through my grad­u­at­ing class and added more peo­ple.  Some peo­ple I’m inter­ested in from afar, some I’m inter­ested in com­mu­ni­cat­ing with, some I have a pass­ing inter­est in.   I also didn’t add a few that I wouldn’t be inter­ested in, but I would friend them back if they con­nected to me.

I was think­ing after­ward though that just like high school, some of these bonds and con­nec­tions are true and some of them just a pass­ing fancy where no com­mu­ni­ca­tion will ever really flow from one end to the other.   I see peo­ple that I know vaguely, I’m at least proper enough to stick with peo­ple I actu­ally had classes or con­ver­sa­tions with.   Some of these peo­ple only have friends that they went to high school with.  Some I may be the only one.

Look­ing at the soci­o­log­i­cal dynam­ics is very inter­est­ing.   Some peo­ple are extremely close with those they went to high school with.   I’m not, mostly since I’ve fallen out of touch with a lot of peo­ple.   Mov­ing to Ore­gon also put a bit more space between me and the rest of the class, and even now I live about sixty miles away — though I play in the com­mu­nity band in that town.

Even the bul­lies, the preps, or the prima don­nas from school, I wish them no ill will.  There was a moment in time I was wor­ried about my stand­ing in the social peck­ing order, but I think I left that behind when I was an under­class­men in high school.   I’m some­one that cares about my imme­di­ate social cir­cles and not those of mem­o­ries of peo­ple over a decade old.   If they how­ever wish to know me more in depth then my blog posts allow I’m happy to con­verse with them, maybe even have a cof­fee — but things won’t be like they were.  Because of that I don’t judge them by the way they are.

Time has changed most if not all of us.  I’m sure some of them all hang out with the same peo­ple from high school, get drunk every night with the same peo­ple they drank with when they were under­age– but I hope the major­ity of them have moved from that.   That their dreams have been real­ized.   We have this spark of moment in time where we had a shared expe­ri­ence and it bounds us.   Not every­one is brave enough to face that moment in their lives, some peo­ple want to leave it behind them never to return back.   I’m sure those peo­ple I’ll never be able to recon­nect with, the sad­dest part a cou­ple of those were some of my best friends.

To the future and the past, we move for­ward solid in our own steps.   The echoes of the past fol­low behind us as we make our way into the unknown.