Out of the Woodwork

Clearly it’s no secret that I hang out on the interwebz. But I don’t tell many people who I am "in real life" … ‘cause I figured NO ONE told the truth. There are two places where I use my birth name. One is on Classmates and the other is a professional social network. Everywhere else, I am MitMoi.; which suits me just fine.

In the last few days I’ve connected with two old friends; one from High School and one from childhood. All three of us are former band-geeks. We hung out back then and laughed … and laughed. We went to football and basketball games (because of band, of course) but I can’t recall much else that we did (okay that is an out and out lie. The second person I made contact with, I could chronicle EVERYTHING we EVER did) My real point though is that there isn’t much memorable about me and those Junior High and High School years. I never got in much trouble – nor did I burn any bright academic trails. I have no idea what else we did besides stick to ourselves and try and wade through the days, months, years.

I’ll tell you this … I was happy to leave home and never looked back. I saw college as a chance to get away and become “the real” me and lose the constrains of those childhood impressions I made on everyone. However, like anyone else who’s tried to run away – I came to realize geography and familiarity don’t change personality and character.

I still think of myself as anonymous when I write here – and interact with people on-line. I tend to believe that who you see here isn’t “all” of me. That it’s just a shadow of me – and that I cannot accurately portray myself through my stories and observations.

After IM’ing with the Bearfoot (inside joke) and Eric, it might just be that I am DELUSIONAL. It seems as if they remember me pretty well after all these years. Bearfoot is not surprised by my quick humor – my teasing – or my led foot.

And in seconds I had Eric laughing. Something about … me being a dork … or hiding out …or me, being me. I guess when I get it right, I am really funny.

Within a sentence or two the BEARFOOT was calling me trouble. I told him I am “Mit” now … only “Mostly in Trouble” … not “trouble”.

Not long ago someone in the blogging community asked their readers, “What was your worst school year/age between Jr. High and High School?” Over a thousand people responded with a specific age or school-hood memory. I never added my two cents, because I didn’t think that any one year was worse than all the others. Except for my small rag-tag group of friends, all the years were pretty horrifying.

But now that I’ve made this contact with the past … I wonder. Was I as big a loser and dork as I thought I was? Within two minutes I had these guys cracking up – and telling me how they’d know me anywhere by my personality. Anonymity was impossible with them.

I don’t know. Maybe I should give myself a break … maybe I’m not that … <insert adjective of choice here> … maybe I’m fine just the way I am/was. Maybe I just need to realize I’m an acquired taste. And those who like it will be my friends forever – and those who don’t, will ever like me, no matter how I try to contort myself into a different product.

Hmm – lots to think about here …

But before I completely wallow in the mud of morbidity ….

I talked to the BAREFOOT!!!!

And “my” Eric today!!!!

Oh what a beautiful day this has turned out to be!