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this gives me pause
Jun. 6th, 2012 11:19 amI fully realize that I am a very private and insular person, not very outgoing. One result of this is that I have a tendency to drift out of touch with people who aren't right in my face on a regular basis. I know lots of other people who are the same -- not only do I drift out of touch with old friends, but they also drift out of touch with me. I figure it cuts both ways, and I don't feel like a horrible person about it, I take it that this is just how life goes.
However, I recognize that living this way can turn around and bite you on occasion, and today is one of those bites.
Sharon was thinking today of an old friend that we haven't heard from or about in many yonks, because today is her birthday. So she Googled the name to see if there was some way to get in contact with her --
and found out that she died.
Two years ago.
On her birthday, as it happens. Just to make the story more poignant.
And no, there is no reason why any of her surviving relatives would've thought to let us know. Or necessarily have been able to let us know if they had wanted to. As I said, we hadn't been in touch in an awfully long time.
Still, this leaves me feeling a little stunned and wobbly. And yet, not with a new resolve to get back in touch right away with everyone I ever knew. I know that I'm not going to change my stripes, and things like this don't really make me feel like I “ought to”. But when I live the way I do, when I wear these stripes, then these are the sorts of curves life will throw at me sometimes.
However, I recognize that living this way can turn around and bite you on occasion, and today is one of those bites.
Sharon was thinking today of an old friend that we haven't heard from or about in many yonks, because today is her birthday. So she Googled the name to see if there was some way to get in contact with her --
and found out that she died.
Two years ago.
On her birthday, as it happens. Just to make the story more poignant.
And no, there is no reason why any of her surviving relatives would've thought to let us know. Or necessarily have been able to let us know if they had wanted to. As I said, we hadn't been in touch in an awfully long time.
Still, this leaves me feeling a little stunned and wobbly. And yet, not with a new resolve to get back in touch right away with everyone I ever knew. I know that I'm not going to change my stripes, and things like this don't really make me feel like I “ought to”. But when I live the way I do, when I wear these stripes, then these are the sorts of curves life will throw at me sometimes.
