I have a fairly public life.
It’s hard to hide when you work on (via?) the Internet.
There are good, and bad, things about being “out there” publicly.
For instance, I think every guy I’ve ever dated probably knows at least a little about my current life.
(Sometimes that’s FINE, and sometimes it’s just weird.)
Every medical professional who has treated me since the accident,
And there have been a hell of a lot of them in various capacities,
Seems to keep tabs on my arm/shoulder/pain progress and setbacks.
I write about my life, but I dare not really write about my life because there could/would be unknown (and unpleasant) repurcussions.
Over the weekend, I turned the tide, and I was the one “finding” a long lost friend.
And yes, it was on Facebook … because how cliche!
I have always (my entire life) had mainly male friends.
When I was in college, my college boyfriend had a roommate I’ll call Ben.
Ben and I became good friends.
I haven’t seen Ben since college.
I’ve thought of Ben innumerable times.
I was attached to Ben.
I’ve missed Ben.
I don’t know why Ben and I didn’t stay in touch.
Several years ago, I even tried to find Ben – to no avail.
I’m not sure what prompted me to try again,
But all of a sudden – there was Ben’s, slightly older, face looking back at me via Faceback.
“Is it really YOU?” I messaged him.
“How many could there be?” he asked in return.
A flurry of messages followed.
We have a “phone date” set up for Wednesday afternoon.
I’m SO happy about finding Ben, it’s ridiculous.
I can’t wait to hear about his life,
The people he loves,
The journey he’s been on.
Life is such a fun, amazing, adventure.
Have you ever “found” a friend years after he/she disappeared out of your life?