My New Year's Resolution: I will write something every single day and post it for everyone to see.
#6: I am you, as you are me, as we are they, as they are us
- “The memories change as I grow older. It use to be on purpose.”
A longstanding belief goes that our friends reflect different aspects of ourselves. Each one is a facet in the gem that makes us who we are, and in turn the friends that they keep are facets of another connected gem. The metaphor kind of goes haywire at this point, so I'll just continue on.
Social networking sites are fairly popular and nigh unto ubiquitous at this point in time. The idea behind them is great: let people assemble the groups of people they know all the while meeting new people typically by mutual association. Friends of friends and all that.
I enjoy diving into my overinflated friend list and seeing who I can find. I'll often find connections that I didn't know existed among some friends. When where you grew up in was only a tiny island in the middle of the ocean, circles of friends are bound to interlock. Sometimes I'll stumble upon a friend that I had somehow forgotten in shuffle from one point in my life to the next. These friends, the forgotten ones, are special to me because each of them carries history with them either consciously or not.
For many people, the company you keep is constantly in flux whether the changes come fast or slow. More often than not I have trouble keeping track of where I've been and how different my life is even when it is only over the course of a year. For example, last year I changed addresses and workplaces. I went from having four roommates constantly around me to having five family members within arm's reach. I went through three bosses at work before ending up with the one I work under now. It's a lot to consider when it's laid out like this.
When I forget about people and places that were close to me, it's not that I'm a terrible person — I don't think, at least — but that I have a terrible memory.
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