Hometown: The Roch, MI (aka. The Crotch, aka. Crotchscratcher, aka. Crotchmolester, aka. Rochester)
Currently Living: Clawson, MI
Height: 5'8
Weight: Ha ha, yeah right
Favorite Color: Blue (preferably navy)
Profession: Researcher
Favorite Nickname: Trick, Sloan
Favorite Drinks:Vodka Tonic, Guinness, Diet Dr. Pepper, Dirty Martinis, red wine
Favorite TV Show: Friends, Sex & The City, Project Runway, The Amazing Race, Iron Chef America
Least Favorite TV Show: A Baby Story, I Love Lucy, Martha Stewart, Everybody Loves Raymond, every hour long drama
Favorite Books: The History of Love, Beloved, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Fight Club, A Prayer for Owen Meany, The of Being, SurUnbearable Lightness vivor, Empire Falls, The Corrections, The Bell Jar
Favorite Movies: Little Miss Sunshine, Anchorman, The 40 Year Old Virgin, Wordplay, American Beauty, Life is Beautiful, Amelie, Breakfast Club, Singin In The Rain, Sixteen Candles, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Sleeping Beauty, Dancer in the Dark, Duets, The Virgin Suicides, The Manchurian Candidate (1962), Austin Powers I, II & III, My Best Friends Wedding, Moulin Rouge, Tommy Boy, Billy Madison, The Shining, Gone With The Wind, Bridget Jones' Diary, Chicago, Love Actually
Guilty Pleasure Movies: Xanadu, Dirty Dancing, Overboard, Groundhog Day, Steel Magnolias, 10 Things I Hate About You, Bond movies, Footloose, Clue, Murder By Death, High Spirits, A Cinderella Story
What I Do Too Much: Check email, crossword puzzles, complain about my job to friends and family,
Obsessions: sushi, Indian food, ranch dressing, toenail polish, song lyrics, hands, awards shows, symmetry, avocados, maps, dreams, This American Life, the display in my car that tracks my MPG
Pet Peeves: loud eaters, slurping, gulping, arrogance, snoring, bad grammar, repetition, late mergers, ripping cardboard, the word "chunky", intolerance, couples in a restaurant sitting on the same side of a booth, pop-up ads, privacy manager, men that drive without shirts on, being foolish, unfairly jumping to conclusions, being made fun of, cat-calling, people who type too hard
Greatest Fear: crossing bridges
Relaxing Activites: late night drives to sing by myself, headstands, hot baths,
Wish I Was: Ansel Adams, Jenifer Aniston, in love, living alone
Prized Possessions: ring from my grandparents, flower pot of my Grandma's, electric blanket (temporarily broken), tongue scraper, my bed
Craziest Thing Ever Done: getting a tattoo, strip Jenga
Things I Eventually Want To Do: skydive, buy a guitar, learn how to play the aforementioned guitar, take flying lessons, travel to France, write a novel, learn how to play the harp, tap dancing lessons, run a marathon
Friday, June 16, 2006 I can't remember the last thing you said as you were leaving, and the days go by so fast....I recently had a sharp pang upon realizing that things move on without you. That people you used to share everything with have faded, almost to the point of full loss. Certainly to the point of unfamiliarity. Or the point of cordial politeness instead of that manic ease and fun that you always used to have.
The change has been imperceptible in degrees. Maybe less phone calls. Or less effort to see them. Then you get to the point where more than a year has gone by and you realize that you no longer know anything about what they like anymore. Who they hang out with. If they're happy. You mostly just hear about their ongoings through other people. So you can feel like you still have an inkling of their life. So you can feel like you actually still know. But you mostly wonder if they're the same person at the core. And if reconnecting with them would be horribly awkward or if the fundamentals of their personality are maintained.
My inherent reaction is to feel wretched that I've ever let things drift this far. I always feel bad for my own failures. And I fully justify that someone else could hold it against me for failing to stay in touch. Yet at the same time, there's no reciprocation. They've lost me just as much as I've lost them. They no longer know who I spend time with. The things that I've laughed and cried over. I'm sure they hear just as much of my ongoings through others too, and I mostly wonder if they think that I'm the same or not. I am and always will be a believer in taking charge. I have no cause to complain that people have drifted. My sentiment is, I let them drift.
And so it is a common thing to blather on about -- losing touch with friends. But so it is. Time marches on. I suppose we all choose who we want to make that effort with no matter what and who we let drift away. I guess they eventually get mingled into memories. I suppose that it would be just an email or phone call away to change it. But haven't I already let them drift? Or maybe, they've already decided to let me drift.
3:27 PM
