But I digress, this is not what I am here to talk about today. What I am here to talk about is the people that I have already friended on facebook. One of them I just heard from very recently. I found it a little odd that this is the 2nd time I've heard from him in.. 7 years? Although at some point since then we obviously both thought it was a good idea to be friends on facebook so why not. The first time I heard from him was a few years ago. I got a message from him with a basic "I just remembered the time when ___ and wanted to see whats up". I was pleasantly surprised and responded, asking how he was doing and what not. I never heard back so I assumed he wrote me drunk and then decided not to pursue it any further. No worries.
So this second time, while it was just a little comment, still caught me off guard. Mostly because it was about a note (the facebook kind, but what also became my first blog on here) which means that he took a full minute of his time to actually see what I had written (probably because porn was in the title - no judgement!).
There is a part of me compelled to now reach out and say hello (I like to play the catch up game with old friends), but I probably won't if we're being honest (which I always am). But it certainly got me thinking about the good ol' days which I feel like sharing in this now nostalgic state of mind.
This particular boy (L) and another boy (W) lived on my street. Then there were two other boys (M, MM). They were all friends before I so awesomely wandered into their lives. I actually had met MM in fourth grade. My best friend and I both had a crush on him. He liked her, not me. It was a sad time for me. I went to a different elementary school for fifth grade and promptly starting dating Alex Poore, the cutest boy in school. Suck it MM. Sixth grade we all ended up in middle school together.
Honestly, I don't remember how I reconnected with MM but I feel like it was partly through my best friend (who "dated" him up through 8th grade - probably on and off. I don't remember) and partly through L and W because we rode the bus together.
We all became good friends and I became a sort of honorary boy. At least that's how it felt. When all the boys got together at L or W's house, I got to hang out too. I loved those boys and we had some good times. If any of them ever read this, I would wonder if they remember "mango" (I will not divulge our awesome inside joke). I had my first "drink" with them. But you can't even call it that. I think we were in 8th grade (parents, dont judge me) and we were at L's house. He had a bottle of Kahlua of which was poured into a glass. I took the tiniest sip of that syrupy disgustingness and that was it for a few years (raging alcoholic). We also all carved our initials into a tree across the street. I like to take a peek and see if its still there when I visit home. I'm a girl like that.
I remember talking to W and L on AIM (haha, best ever) until all hours of the morning. One night in particular L and I were talking about how we would still be friends 10 years from then and it would be awesome. Well, we weren't friends about a year or so after that. Such is life.
As we moved into high school, it got complicated. Suddenly I was most definitely a girl and they were boys. I think at one point all of the boys had a crush on me. I am not trying to sound vain, but what do you expect when one of your closest friends is female at that age? It was when I started to feel something for one of them and then he went on vacation and came home and it was weird and the whole thing sorta went downhill from there. It didn't help that they all played football and became part of the cool, popular boys. Let's just say I didn't fit in with the popular girl (who of course hung out with the popular boys. Although I was never picked on by any means... it was more this time of my life that I realized I am not your typical female). Anyway, so that was that. We lived out the rest of our high school lives very differently from that point on.
I'm friends with MM on Facebook and I have *never* spoken to him. In recent months I had noticed an odd status update and so I looked into it and found out his mom passed away this year. So tragic. I wanted to send him a message but I felt silly (don't ask why, these human emotions are weird). But I feel for him and was so truly sorry to find out about his loss. We are too young of an age to have to be dealing with the loss of parents yet. I highly doubt he'll find his way over to my blog, but if he, or anyone who knows him reads this, pass on the message for me.
Anyway, there's a little trip down memory lane for you guys. Sometimes when I think back on those boys I wonder if they even remember that period of time when I hung out with them. It was so long ago that I was a part of that group and atleast three of them are still close friends. There's alot of memories that could have replaced those old ones. Regardless, I definitely remember and I am so grateful, as with all close friends I've had (and lost) over the years, that it lasted while it did.
I'm throwing in my 7th grade and senior photos for good measure. It's safe to say that I have blossomed since I left school.
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