Instance Existance

I received an email yesterday from a former associate of mine from my high-school years. Note that I call them my high-school years and not ‘those years between 1993 and 1997′. This distinction is important as it leads in to my next point.

Her email consisted mostly of “OMG, you totally still exist?!?!?!?” and “I can’t believe this website is still up after so long! LOL!!!!!!!11one1″, as though I blinked out of existence the moment we drove away after graduation.

Don’t get me wrong; I don’t think at all about most of the people I hung with back in the diz-ay. As a matter of pure and wholly unadulterated fact, I have a fair amount of difficulty caring about almost anyone who hasn’t invested the type of time and energy into associating with me that would warrant it, but there is a place inside of me that knows that the likelihood of them still taking up corporeal space is not unlike most of them were in high-school. That is to say, high.

Lo, time dost rend asunder those the fragile links that bind the child hearts of youth, but think not to deface yourself in words that, honestly, make you sound like an absolute binderface.

Yes, I still exist. I know it must rock your 3x3x[your height here] world, but yeah. It’s been, like, 9 years. Did you think, perhaps, my species had gone extinct?

Perhaps I am not explaining myself here. I am shocked by the fact that this person was herself shocked that I was still part of the population as a whole. Not because it’s me and I rock or some such arrogant drivel, but because there is someone out there actually rediscovering facts she already knew to be so. She ‘happened to find’ my website – the one that has been here since 1994. She happened upon it and something inside of her, some fracture in the normal idiocy control matrix, allowed a shudder of excitement to putter out trying to hammer itself into her tiny little worldview.

I suppose such a life would be both alarming and distorting. Imagine the mix of excitement and shock you would have when you woke up in the morning and realized that not only is there a bathroom in the hallway, but deep inside the bathroom there is a wall of magical crystal, and while peering into this magical crystal wall, your jaw hung open in amazement, you realized that you have teeth. In your mouth. Actual teeth. Teeth you hadn’t thought about for what had to be hours, and they’re still there. Still standing. Still strong.

Bite me, Schrodinger.