Monday, September 7, 2015
So it was the question between the red team and the blue team.
Does social media make you anti-social?
Tonight was an experiment of a surprise visit from an old friend. And I just about jumped out of my skin. He said, "Don't shoot."
So I pretended to and then realized he wasn't my brother so I kinda screamed and said crap, you're not my brother. I have to go get dressed.
After speed dressing, my hair still in that awful clippie, I stepped out the back door to someone who said we grew up together. From the top step I recognize a face but can't put a name. Two more steps down and to his right. He knew it when I said his name.
He smiled his Daddy's smile and that boy is his Daddy if any boy ever was. I can't believe it's Ben and all my social graces of which I never had any doesn't invite him in because well, I just don't have company.
It's crazy really.
And I tell him he's crazy. And he tells me where he lives now and sometimes how old he feels and now things are smaller, right? Back then they were so big. Our neighborhood was huge and fifth grade and a vacant lot where we would ride our bikes.
Do you remember when? And how much we both still love Coach Blackburn. I say tell your parents I send my love, and I neglect to mention I feel guilt for not stopping by to say it with a hug.
Today I am grateful for a visit from an old friend, for how being kids together can bond you with great memories. (even if I have become incredibly anti-social in my social media-ness)