I am not the kind of person who gushes over friends and keeps a long list of contacts I write to every single day. I have people I keep close to myself, who I see often enough. I guess I should be the kind of person who puts down roots and doesn't move around a whole lot, but I am the person who moves, a lot.
I suppose one of the joys of loosing contact is regaining contact after many years. I have been doing exactly this over the years. I contact friends I went to school with or trained with and have a good time chatting about what we have been doing. Some people I am happy to hear have not moved on because they were.... less than the best of friends. I am glad to hear others do well or at least make ends meet because they changed who they are. Some I am happy to hear from in general because they were and still are good people.
I started contacting people from my old school IPC about the death of a fellow student. It was nice to hear from some of them; I am happy to hear from my friends in Japan and look forward to perhaps meeting my friend from Brazil again. I still have a bit of a to do list. I have a few friends in Africa and from Africa in other parts of the world who I want to get in touch with soon. I am rediscovering the fun of chatting with people who I knew and have something in common with.
It is not always the fondest of moments that can bring old friends together again. This round of reconnecting with people is brought about by this very blog. To be concise, it is my writings about the death of the student I had mentioned. The resulting replies are old memories of sad times. We remember the tears. We remember the songs. We remember the crudeness of strangers. When we come to our reunions, we do so to have fun and share a drink over good times to retro songs. In my case, it will first be over rap, rock and Spears, then techno from Europe. But to only do so, you miss out on an important dimension of your shared history. I am happy I spoke with my old friends over such a morbid subject. It acknowledges something we all shared, even if it wasn't nice.
My advice to my readers. Contact someone you knew, even if you only knew them over something you cried about. Write down what came up again. Then save it. You will be happy you did.
- Servus
I suppose one of the joys of loosing contact is regaining contact after many years. I have been doing exactly this over the years. I contact friends I went to school with or trained with and have a good time chatting about what we have been doing. Some people I am happy to hear have not moved on because they were.... less than the best of friends. I am glad to hear others do well or at least make ends meet because they changed who they are. Some I am happy to hear from in general because they were and still are good people.
I started contacting people from my old school IPC about the death of a fellow student. It was nice to hear from some of them; I am happy to hear from my friends in Japan and look forward to perhaps meeting my friend from Brazil again. I still have a bit of a to do list. I have a few friends in Africa and from Africa in other parts of the world who I want to get in touch with soon. I am rediscovering the fun of chatting with people who I knew and have something in common with.
It is not always the fondest of moments that can bring old friends together again. This round of reconnecting with people is brought about by this very blog. To be concise, it is my writings about the death of the student I had mentioned. The resulting replies are old memories of sad times. We remember the tears. We remember the songs. We remember the crudeness of strangers. When we come to our reunions, we do so to have fun and share a drink over good times to retro songs. In my case, it will first be over rap, rock and Spears, then techno from Europe. But to only do so, you miss out on an important dimension of your shared history. I am happy I spoke with my old friends over such a morbid subject. It acknowledges something we all shared, even if it wasn't nice.
My advice to my readers. Contact someone you knew, even if you only knew them over something you cried about. Write down what came up again. Then save it. You will be happy you did.
- Servus
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