I Scratch My Head

Facebook wierds me out at times. I'm "friends" with people some of whom I actually know very little or knew very well a long time ago and therefore have no modern perspective of their lives. Being the person with a penchant for analysis causes wierd things to occur to me while looking at the pages of acquaintences and/or distant friends.

Just a few minutes ago I was looking at pictures the odd character my daughter met at that wierd camp has posted. They are of herself. They are from random photo shoots. Model is one of the many things she does. I can't wrap my brain around her life. It's truly otherworldly. She can't possibly live in the Shenandoah Valley. Moreover.. who are the people in the background at these fashion shows? Do they live in the valley? I scratch my head.

An old friend from high school found me. She was one of those people I knew would be very successful. Instead she dropped off radar shortly after high school. Now she's on Facebook. She's very overweight and married to a man who's 20 years older than her. She's a stepmother and grandmother at 36. In what dimension does she live? I scratch my head.

I've been able to reconnect with lots of people from my hometown. I've been very surprised by seeing who knows who. People from different non-related segments of my life are each other's friends. It's almost like I checked out and my life segments ended up combining in one place and they all met each other and became good friends. It's weird. Weirder still is that some of the people found me and befriended me before they found the people they were actually close to/best friends with back then. How in the world has wallflower me become the go to person for finding people? I scratch my head.

I saddened by one waif of a person that has found me. She was the classic obese elementary school kid. I was nice to her. We had nothing in common really. Her life was sad. She ended up dropping out after 10th or 11th. I didn't even know she dropped out. She told me that when she found me. So, she sends me rounds of drinks and other stuff that I totally ignore. Her status begs constantly for anyone to speak to her. Her life hasn't changed one bit. She was practically dancing when I told her I'm not in Jackson, MS anymore. She wanted to know how I did it! She's stuck. How did I avoid that same fate? I scratch my head.