Old faces, New perspectives

Rediscovering people from high school is like stumbling upon a little box of forgotten stuff. I hesitate to use the word "treasures" because these people never meant anything to me in the first place, and vice versa. That thought depressed me somewhat. All those years in high school, all those people I could have gotten to know and yet I was imprisoned inside my teenage angst and therefore, managed to go through four years of high school without saying one word to some people, never getting to know some people. What I may have lost in those missed opportunities, well, I guess it is up to speculation now.

So came across this guy's XANGA. The profile picture was funny. Also, he's gotten alot more built than I remember, but my memory of him is hazy at best. I don't think we ever had the same class together anyway. Anyway, he's also more articulate than I ever imagined. The thing is, I don't think I ever once spoke to this guy in high school. He existed at the very periphery of my consciousness. He might as well have been transparent. And here he is, with his Xanga, very much alive, very much out there. Amazing. What is amazing is that I realize that to some degree, everyone is very much alike. Or at least Xanga presents it that way. Blog after blog, I see people huddled together in drunken glory, deliriously happy, partying, living the good life. He's at once a complete stranger and yet at the same time, so familiar. He could have even been my boyfriend in another dimension, in another life. At the very least, I can see no true ostensible difference between him and say, one of my exes. It's really strange. I don't know what I'm talking about. I guess this is just to say, I rediscovered a new person today, behind a somewhat familiar face. It amazed me to realize how completely wrapped up I have been in my own private thoughts for the past N number of years.

Okay, well perhaps I don't need to be too melodramatic. I was just stalking people from high school on their Xangas, marveling at how everyone has matured so much and at the same time, how alot of them are not so different from me after all. I wonder then, why is it hard for people to get to know each other? No one that I have met has struck me as a true original, everyone is a copy of another is a copy of another. Okay, now THAT is starting to depress me.