divine angst

Through a strange series of events, I came across a Myspace group for my old summer camp. And I started looking at profiles of people I was friends with for a long time, a long time ago.

And I was very glad that I do not have a Myspace profile. (OK, well, I have a login, so I can see other people, but I don’t actually use Myspace.)

Also, I am really glad my life took the direction it did. It’s sort of strange to look at what’s happened/happening to people I thought I had so much in common with ten and 15 years ago, and realize that I was always really different from them. And I wonder if they realized that, and if that’s why I’ve lost touch with so many of them.