You know that argument where one person screams at the other, "You're so self-centered!" and the other person just sort of blankly stares? That's because we're all self-centered. It's sort of the major downside of only inhabiting one body and getting one perspective at a time. We're each the center of our own universes. Before I meet or hear of another person, they do not exist. It follows that when a person moves away, or gets married to someone I hate, or takes up Satan worship or something, they sort of similarly disappear from my universe. My ability to move on from people is not a habit that I'm proud of. So this week I'm challenging myself to get back in touch with an old friend. I love when blasts from the past seek me out (granted it's not to say that I owe them money or that I might want to get a fresh STD test). So I have resolved to be that person. If you want to play along, do it! Break out the old address book. Or do some research and hunt someone down. Find out what they've been doing outside your solar system. Maybe they have a memory to share that you had forgotten. Or maybe their life has gone to shit and you can feel better about yourself for keeping it together. (Or offer to help them out.) My phone call is coming up tomorrow.
Amanda at LittleWhiteLiar.Typepad.com
...The last message he sent me said, "If I don't pay my rent, I'm going
back to jail." My last one said, "Let me know how to wire you money."
Radio silence since last Thanksgiving...