It’s not too late, it’s never too late…
Or I hope that portion of the song holds true. After a discussion with my wife, which was necessary for part of this, I have decided to try and reconnect with some old friends. I started with one on Facebook and then sent messages to a few more. I know what it’s like to randomly get a message out of nowhere from someone, but I’ve never really had to send one of those messages.
Now I have, and quite honestly, I dread the results. I’d rather get an insulting, albeit well deserved response, than to receive nothing back at all. Silence is the loudest and most definitive answer imageinable.
So for new friends, or possible old friends that know the offline me, my e-mail is culturaldysfunction[a@t]gmail.com. For those of you that know the other side, find me on facebook as posting my contact info here would nullify the whole point of an online persona.
The Past
I was pondering today how nice it would be to randomly run into people from my past here in Kuwait. After more thinking on this subject, it wouldn’t be so nice. Unfortunately, the only thing I could say to the majority of them would be “I’m sorry.” I really am, but there is no way that would make up for everything. I thought about trying, but it would probably just do more harm than good.
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