All through middle school and high school I had a very good friend – a best friend. She and I spent almost all of our free time together. We were basically inseparable. Eventually, as friendships tend to do, we grew apart when we started college (well I started and she sort of started then stopped). She spent more time with her co-workers and I meet new people at school – people that held the same hours as me. One day my friend experienced a tragedy and I thought that I could help her get through it by becoming her roommate. What I wasn’t expecting was for the entire experience to be a nightmare. She lied to me and clearly had no respect for me, my things, or my feelings. I cried almost every day that I lived there and, after 6 months, I left. We’ve never talked since and that’s been about 5 years now. The main reason for this post is that, while I’m disappointed in her and the way she treated me and the situation we ended up in, I would still have dreams about her and how we had reconnected. I think the dreams really started when Mark and I started getting serious. We always talked about how we would be each others ‘maids of honor.’ I think that is why it was strange to me that she had never met my (at the time) boyfriend and it is really weird that she has no idea that I’m married. There are whole parts of my life that she knows nothing about – things that I always thought she would know. A couple of weekends ago I saw her. She looked unhealthy skinny and had two boys (I can only assume these boys are hers since they are in her facebook picture as well). TWO BOYS! I was very surprised by this. I don’t think she’s married (and worry that they – or one of them – is the result of activities with this douchebag she was with when we lived together). There are whole parts of her life that I know nothing about. Things I always thought I would know about. I didn’t throw her a baby shower! We have become two very different people now. I don’t think we will ever reconnect, but I do hope that she is healthy and happy. I guess I will never know. Labels: aminutewiththemrs
So I realize I have a fairly common name. There are a lot of other ‘mes’ in the world. In fact, if you Google me, you will find out that “I’m” a singer in a band (sweet!), a doctor, a real estate agent, a turtle researcher in Australia (super sweet!!), a painter, a gay romance novel writer, etc. My point is that – I can understand if someone accidentally emails me when they’re trying to reach another Sara (typically I ignore these or I, occasionally, email back and explain they’ve reached the wrong Sara – no big deal.) My major problem comes when you ARE a Sara and you use MY email address! Come on ladies – you should know your own damn email address! And if your myspace, match.com, or bridal registry account sends me YOUR password – you’re asking me to mess with you. Really, you are. You just are. Typically when these other Saras set up an account under my email – I go in and change the password or close the account. I don’t want to see that ‘Johnny B.” just sent you a myspace mail. However last night, I was feeling a little tired . . . a little punchy when I realized that some other Sara used my email for her bridal registry and I ended up doing what Mark called “social terrorism.” Ooops. So maybe I wanted to add some sex toys and lubricants to her registry, but BB&B doesn’t have those. Damn! Next best thing? Maybe I added some baby registry items to her bridal registry? Maybe there are some cute little pink sheets or a double wide stroller on there now?? I don’t know what all I did. I was tired. It was late. Maybe she now wants 450 gravy boats? I’m just saying – sometimes you just accidentally do these things and you don’t even realize it?? I don’t know. Maybe she’s now asking for 8 adhesive bras and an XXXL body slimmer? I don’t know. There are a lot of possibilities. Labels: aminutewiththemrs
I’ve decided that I have Adult ADD. This is a self diagnosis. Either that or I am REALLY GOOD at procrastinating. I have been meaning to do so many things, but it just never seems to happen. I don’t really have a good reason for it – mostly it’s just laziness. Or the idea that there has to be something more interesting to do. I’m doing it right now by posting this instead of writing a document for work that I really need to do, but just can’t seem to get started. I need motivation. Oh, I know, if I don’t do it I will get fired. Yes – that just might work! Also – quickly, before I go: I’m going to start posting more. Really – I am. What do you think of my segment title? “a minute with the mrs.” Let me know if you think it’s cool or totally lame. And I do want you to write the word lame. Labels: aminutewiththemrs
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