As I scroll through Facebook I’m asked by Mrs G “who’s that?” often the answer will be “someone I was at school with”. This results in the follow up question “I’ve never met them”. It is unlikely that she has ever met any of the people I knew at school because it has been a long time since I have seen them in the flesh.
Whenever I think how long it has been between sighting old school friends I do feel bad, I spent nearly a decade with most of them and it has been as long since I was last in touch. This is not unusual for me because I am terrible at being a long term friend.
There are a few that I will still see every now and then, but even some of my best friends are met once in an olympic cycle. We used to met in the local pub once a year for New Year’s but we have all moved on from returning to our place of birth, this isn’t the middle east circa year 0.
Adding to this is the horrible fact that I am awful at remembering a face. I have been caught a number of times trying to think who someone was and what connection I had with them. The ego part of me wants to believe that I am a super memorable person that leaves a mark on all the lives I have touched. In reality it is more likely that they are a better person and remember others.
I’ve still yet to attend a school reunion (although I’m sure there will be one coming up at some point), but at least I won’t have to go in blind now. All I need is my phone and the Facebook app and I can do a quick search to let me find a face. I can see everything they have been up to in the intervening years and what their kids look like…so in fact why would I need to go at all?
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Imaginary Friend.”
Many of us had imaginary friends as young children. If your imaginary friend grew up alongside you, what would his/her/its life be like today? (Didn’t have one? write about a non-imaginary friend you haven’t seen since childhood.)