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Have you ever noticed that there are certain groups of friends that when you run into them they like to share stories about what they remember the most about you? I find this interesting. Because it isn’t always the same groups of people, but it seems like once the group starts the "what I remember best" it is hard to stop. I know that I have a tendency to do this as well. Like this weekend, I ran into lots of friends from college. One group, the group I spent most of my freshman year with (lets call them group A), and hung out with in the dorm, when I saw them, they wanted to talk about what they remembered about me. I think this is probably because for the most part group A is still intact; they still live together, or at least visit each other, and talk on the phone a lot. But they only see me on occasion and so it is easy for them to reminisce about me, because I am not in the picture much anymore. It is as if when I run into group A, even though at the moment we are together, really we exist for each other in the past, and the memories are the most vivid part.

In contrast, two of my roommates from college stayed with me this weekend, and we discussed one of our other roommates who was not present (we will call this group B, mostly roommates from Windsor). These roommates ended up being my closest friends in college, and even though I love my friends in group A and I definitely think of them as friends in the present, group B contains the friends that I talk to on the phone on a regular basis and the ones I visit regularly. For this discussion, I will include myself in group B. So this weekend group B is discussing a member of the group that is not present. And we spoke of her in a manner similar to the way that group A discussed me. And this particular absent friend has been living out of the state for about the past last year. And we don’t see her much. I talk to her more than the other two, and I probably see her more than the other two.

The question here that I am asking is, at what point do your friends start to talk about you in the past tense? I don’t think that this has anything to do with how much your friends like you. It is just a reference to how you used to be an every day part of their life, and now you aren’t. And I don’t think that this is anything that should be seen as negative, obviously you are important if you are still being discussed. Also, you can’t live in two different places very easily. This can apply if you just moved from Atlanta to Athens, but you go to Atlanta two or three times a week, and still talk to your friends in Atlanta all day, and don’t make friends in Athens because you still rely so heavily on your friends in Atlanta ( I mean, you are planning on moving back there anyway). This can also apply to living in the past. Well, you can’t help physically living in the present, and like I said, living in two places at one time is not good. The bottom line is that moving on in your life is good, and although you might be able to keep up with a lot of your friends from college, you can’t keep up with all of them.

But you know what? It still kinda hurts. It is sad to be thought of in the past, and it is upsetting for me to think of certain friends are being in the past. Whenever a friend starts a sentence like, "What I remember best about you…..," it is bittersweet. It is really sweet to be remember well, and for people to have vivid, particular memories about you (as long as they aren’t too embarrassing). I would never start such a sentence like this when speaking about a friend who was part of my everyday life unless the conversation was already underway. If one of my other friends began discussing what they remembered about a mutual friend, I am sure I would have input, even if the mutual friend was part of my present. Do you think that the more you talk about someone in the past tense, the more you think about them that way? I am scared of group dynamics, and it is scary that someone in a group could have the whole group thinking about an absent member in the past tense, even if the absent member is not past tense, just absent. I definitely have friends who are absent, but not past tense. I also probably have friends who are present but are past tense.  Will group B one day talk about me in the past tense?

I guess this is just part of growing up. I’m not actually asking a question here, and I don’t have any answers, this is just a thought that I can’t get out of my mind. It seems to stem from a fear I have about being considered the past. Which is stupid. Obviously something about me is afraid to move on, and doesn’t like change. Maybe this is something that I need to work on.

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I am happily piled up in my own bed, and after sleeping on a good old friends sofa last night, it is nice to be in the bed. I got to hang out with my high school favorite friends Leigh and Jennifer yesterday and it was so good to see them and just remember the dumb things we used to do. Here are some of the things we came up with:

1. Since we were all cheerleaders (Jennifer and I were both captain, she is a year older than me and leigh), at the basketball games we would commentate. Leigh and I sat next to each other the whole season one year and had imaginary headphones and microphones that we would talk into. This was amazingly enough a constant source of amusement, and a very fond memory. We felt the need to do a little commentating last night when we watched Ga Tech win the football lottery against Clemson.

2. Jennifer had a travel game of connect four, and she and I could play connect four for hours. For some reason our basketball coach wouldn’t let the players talk on the bus on the way to the games, and since we played lots of teams 2 hours away from augusta (not that augusta doesn’t have enough high schools within the county (I think there are 12), but maybe the georgia high school association though it would be fun to waste gas having us drive to Statesboro, Dublin, and Swainsboro; more understandable were Thomson and Burke County, but still), and Jennifer and I decided that we could play connect four in silence. This was only the beginning of course because we kept playing connnect four, through a couple more football (where the cheerleaders got their own bus) and a few more basketball seasons. I promise anyone that doesn’t think connect four is a fun game is an idiot and hasn’t played it enough. It takes pure skill.

3. We discussed how fun it was to go to school all day long and not learn a thing except how to survive in the halls without getting hurt. We decided that this made us much more well rounded individuals.

4. We decided that it was gross that there were only about 4 places we would eat, and we ate at these places numerous times a week. The places consisted of Teresa’s (the best mexican restauraunt in America and one of my favorite places in the world), Bojangles (Biscuits all day!), Dairy Queen (we used to hang out at dairy queen on the weekends. come to think about it, we also used to hang out at Bojangles, until they started arresting people for loitering, you had to buy something, but they would let you smoke inside, how gross is that?), and Zaxby’s (anyone that knows me understands).

On the subject of gross things we used to do with food, we would go to tennis practice from 2:45-3:30 (the tennis team wasn’t real serious), go to Dairy Queen and pick up a blizzard, eat it real fast, change shoes, and go to soccer practice from 4-6. How gross is that? But we ate so many blizzards that we had built up a tolerance. Like those people who drink alcohol first thing in the morning (you know, lawyers), they have the tolerance. Or you might say they have a problem. Well, I used to be addicted to Dairy Queen Blizzards. Either reeses peanut butter cup or snickers, sometimes oreo, and I did go through a reeses pieces phase. I love chocolate basically. I can’t imagine how much money I spent on blizzards. I could have probably been a smoker for cheaper.

Okay, I could tell you stories about my Dairy Queen for hours, but I will stop now because it could be its own entry. Oh, and like everyone in high school, we used to do drive-bys. If you don’t know what they are, you were never in high school. Enough reminiscing. Kisses.

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