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hummingwolf) wrote2006-01-14 09:06 pm
hummingwolf) wrote2006-01-14 09:06 pm
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Yesterday was another day of me waking up early in hopes of doing something useful & important, only to realize that early morning productivity still wasn't gonna happen. Even though I haven't gotten much of anything done this week, I was exhausted just from waking up earlier than I should have every day. So I spent most of yesterday sleeping and took some good, long naps today as well. Did manage to get some walking in--about 1.5 miles today, probably a little more than that yesterday.
While awake yesterday, I did spend some time online searching for info about a few people I knew in college. Like most people, they don't have much of an online presence under their legal names. Looking up one old friend with a fairly common name, I found several different people with the same name who could almost have been him, with career paths in directions some of his early majors could have taken him. I constructed stories in my head for each alternate path till I found one little bit of data that was certainly about him, the man in the timeline I know, which showed that he really did reach the goals he'd set for himself the last time I saw him.
Another friend had an even more common name. I couldn't find anything anywhere which was definitively her. Even if I included her middle name, the name of her last known boyfriend, the name of her genetic illness, and the name of her favorite fictional vampire, I still would have had hundreds of results to sort through. Probably none of those would have been her, since she wanted to change her name to something much less common as soon as she could decide on a new moniker.
And then there was the man with the uncommon name. Not that I found much information about him either, but what I found was suggestive. My emotions here were more mixed than I'd expected. I had thought that what I felt for him now was just a leftover trace of bitterness, but instead I found myself thinking of what was good in him. I still remember too much to easily wish him well, but at least now I can wish him less misery than he seemed likely to bring on himself.
While awake yesterday, I did spend some time online searching for info about a few people I knew in college. Like most people, they don't have much of an online presence under their legal names. Looking up one old friend with a fairly common name, I found several different people with the same name who could almost have been him, with career paths in directions some of his early majors could have taken him. I constructed stories in my head for each alternate path till I found one little bit of data that was certainly about him, the man in the timeline I know, which showed that he really did reach the goals he'd set for himself the last time I saw him.
Another friend had an even more common name. I couldn't find anything anywhere which was definitively her. Even if I included her middle name, the name of her last known boyfriend, the name of her genetic illness, and the name of her favorite fictional vampire, I still would have had hundreds of results to sort through. Probably none of those would have been her, since she wanted to change her name to something much less common as soon as she could decide on a new moniker.
And then there was the man with the uncommon name. Not that I found much information about him either, but what I found was suggestive. My emotions here were more mixed than I'd expected. I had thought that what I felt for him now was just a leftover trace of bitterness, but instead I found myself thinking of what was good in him. I still remember too much to easily wish him well, but at least now I can wish him less misery than he seemed likely to bring on himself.
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This summer of 2006, I'll be attending my 30th high school reunion. Some members from my class (of '76) have set up a web site and they've "found" 148 out of a graduating class of about 394. It's been odd reading about my classmate's lives this past 30 years. Some have turned out completely different than I'd have ever imagined.
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