Why I’m glad I ended up me

I don’t know if its just me, but it seems like many half remembered classmates are just popping out of the woodwork and finding me through that nefarious tool, Facebook. Particularly junior high and high school mates. And frankly, these people are lucky if they are even half remembered, most of them I haven’t the foggiest idea who they are- though if i squint my eyes and turn my head slightly to the right, I can almost imagine that their names look familiar. Maybe?

It makes me feel guilty, because obviously these people remember me (I don’t think there are any strangers out there zealous enough in their desire to know me that they would research my background in order to chummy up with stories of Mr. Key and Ms. Clause. And if there are, well then, I think their hard work has earned them the right to a little stalking. But anway…). Somehow, in some way, I made some kind of lasting impression on these people. That, my memory is simply very sub par.

Anyway, the worst part of finding old classmates is when you realize that they are probably leading a more fulfilling life than you are. Or when they’re obviously healthier and happier (and skinnier) than you are. Thankfully, this hasn’t happened very often to me. Well, I mean, there’s a lot of people who ended up skinnier than me, but in general I am not embarrassed for people to see my profile and know that I live in Hawaii and that I am getting my Masters in Linguistics. Yeah, a few people ended up going to some cooler places than I did for school or other reasons. And yeah, a few people look very happily married and all. But man, I’m pretty glad I’m me. ‘Cause a lot more people went nowhere.

But I’m not only glad because of their misfortunes. I’m glad in general. I guess I’m where I should be.