Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Day 4: Distance

I was woken up by a message from my best friend telling me to go check Facebook announcing the engagement of yet another classmate from school. Somehow, this conversation led us to talking about how we haven't really kept in touch with people from school. I can actually count the number of people whom I've spoken to since the end of school.

Don't get me wrong, I know exactly what they've been doing since school. I can tell you when they've graduated, gotten engaged or married, whether they like to run or work out or do yoga, what food they recently ate and where they went for a holiday, all these little snippets of information they have chosen to share over the interconnecting channels of social media.

However, I haven't had a conversation with them in years.

A few weeks ago, a classmate initiated a chat with me on a social network, someone whom I haven't met or spoken to in seven years. And it was weirdly wonderful! How formal we were, slowly gleaning information about our journeys since school days. And then we said goodbye, each feeling that the half hour we'd spent was enough to fill the gap of seven years, probably slinking back into another seven year period of silence.

There are so many people I miss, so many friends, people I celebrated birthdays with, people whom I had forbidden late night phone calls with, people I studied with, people I fought with, people I grew up with. These people have had an impact on me and have shaped the person I am today.

I feel like I should do what my classmate, no, my friend did. I should ping someone from school, see what they're doing, check up on them and have a conversation with them, connect with that long lost part of me.