I recently stumbled across, through no fault of my own, a video blog on youtube. Perhaps some of you have seen him, Davey Wavey. I started watching one or two videos and found his commentary and outlook on things rather interesting, so I spent the next few days watching his blogs... Some of which made me laugh, some made me get a little misty eyed, and the of course others made me think. I looked at this kid with all his introspective comments and said - "This guy is me". He's 26, a marketing tool bag, thought provoking and of course... a big ole' homo.
So here I am watching this guy, who I don't know from a hole in the ground and he has a few friends pop in from time to time to be in his 'webisode' (if thats what you call it). So as I watch these friends appear throughout the videos I started thinking about who I would have in my videos if I was ever to do that. I started thinking of my close friends, Lauren and Megan... the closest. But then I started thinking, for some reason, about all the other people I have, at one point or another, called a friend in my 26 years.
I used to think I didn't have many friends, then of course I had an introduction to Facebook and realized I have 313 friends. (ytd)
Do you ever have those "I wonder what ever happened to 'so and so' from high school, or work or wherever"? I find myself on facebook asking that a lot. So as I started browsing through my friends list it was like taking a trip down memory lane. Seeing someones name pop up on the list would trigger a memory that involved perhaps people who arent on the list. From grade school, to youth sports, high school, band, winterguard, Kings Island, Cedar Point and teaching band all the way to the hospitals I've been at - I've made friends from all over that even though I don't keep in touch as much as I once did, those people bore some semblance on my life at one point - and Im thankful for that.
I obviously don't hide the fact I get chemo, or when Im in the hospital so I guess I only have myself to blame - but I think my initial dismissive attitude toward people who I hadn't spoken to in a long time, when they would send me facebook messages or emails or even call, was premature - at best. What I realized was that these people know me, they cared about me at one point of my life when I was a wee bit healthier - and this note is just a reminder that they still care.
I think maybe the dismissiveness came from me just being angry internally about my situation and pulling an internal 'why me' type deal. I try to not take a day for granted, because the truth is - it could be my last, but isn't that true for all of us?
So these notes I have tucked away in the deep recess of my facbeook or my iMail might just be worth sending a reply to. Because the truth is, though we said goodbye once before, they had motivation to say 'hello' again, and for that - I am grateful.
So - who knew this blog about Davey Wavey would turn into me talking about old friends I hadn't seen in a while. Its all about the 'spin' right?
Until next pill... I mean time...
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