I would say, if you wish to learn more about yourself, about people, about life.
Reconnnecting with old friends–by the time you haven’t seen them in a few decades,
how valuable are they anyway?
It’s been a gas to see who people turned out to be, and, I’m done! Perhaps I’ll stay
connected with a few people with whom I had some sincere connections.
And I’m grateful for what I learned. For example, the depth of acknowledgement of my
writing skills my high school classmates had. I just liked to write. I had no idea I was
so outstanding, or that others were even noticing me at all.
For another, you know those cliques of high school? And how the “top clique” was the
“popular people,” the cheer leaders and all that? Until now I always bought that I couldn’t
have been one of them if I wished, that they were somehow innately superior to me.
What I now realize is that it just didn’t interest me at all. What they thought was important
didn’t matter to me at all–then or now. No judgment on them. They absolutely should
be who they are and talk about what they enjoy talking about. It’s all a choice.
It’s been a gas to remember who people were–or who I thought they were then–and see how
their lives have developed, who they’ve become. And equally interesting to see that so many
of the people I didn’t connect with in high school, I don’t connect with now either. Absolutely
nothing wrong with them! They’re being wonderful fabulous magnificent expressions of who
they are. As different as I feel now from who I was in high school (please, I hope so!), whatever
constitutes vibrational compatibility seems to have quite a bit of consistency to it, even over
quite a bit of time.
And another thing–this is not a new revelation, but it’s true nonetheless. I hate being bored! So if conversation with you doesn’t interest me, if it doesn’t teach me something about myself or
humanity at large, if it doesn’t paint a bigger picture of a world I haven’t yet explored–then honestly I
prefer the quiet of my hotel room and my keyboard.
And I loved the stories that did teach me something. Hearing about my high school copain–that’s
French for a particular kind of buddy, sort of a partner in crime–that I have such fond memories
of. That self-destructive streak that my mother detected and I ignored acted up big time,
apparently. And the good news is now I have his phone number. Whatever his self-destruct
patterns, the caring there from the good times we share is far greater. He lives in Dallas, and I’m
going there in a few months. I’ll be calling him.
And hearing that the younger brother of one of my classmates is THE entrepreneurial success of
the class–have I ever heard of Quiksilver? I have significantly contributed to its coffers–as
my loves clothes designed by a surfer dude from my high school who started out making
swim trunks and selling them at the southern California beaches. Who knew? What fun!
Interestingly, I went to a social networking mastermind group this morning. One of the memorable
quotes was that social marketing is about relationship and it’s about right now. It’s kind of like
that in seeing old classmates. High school was a long time ago. What connection can we
create right now? If there’s something there, cool. If there isn’t–love you lots, have a great life!