03.25.04

“I seem to recognize your face, haunting familiar yet I can’t seem to place it; cannot find the candle of thought to light your name…lifetimes are catching up with me” --Pearl Jam

Welcome to 1994, everyone! I will be your official tour guide to Wayback Week.

I don’t know what it is…there is no full moon, I don’t know which planets are aligned with which, but this has been the weirdest week I’ve had in a long time. I have seen or heard from several people that I went to high school with that I normally don’t. Some of it, granted, was by design (had a little get together, or as Liz said “gather together”) but some of it was completely random.

Chaos theory. That must be it. I was watching one of my highly philosophical and intelligent TV shows the other night, Scrubs, (oh, you know you love it, too) and they did a little play on the whole “chaos theory” concept (a butterfly flaps its wings in Toronto or wherever and causes a Tsunami in Japan). Essentially, one small change can start a chain of events that can effect much more drastic change. We’ve all seen it in our lives. So there must be a butterfly somewhere pushing all of this ancient history back into present day.

Maybe subconsciously I’m willing it to happen. I am definitely thinking more about my life 10 years ago now that I am back in St. Louis where that life was. The impending 10 year anniversary of my high school graduation is also a factor. I’m thinking about “glory days” per se (oh, wait, that was college…).

So we’ll see what else surfaces in this little trip down memory lane. I know that getting back in touch with people this far has been fun…so who knows where else it may take me. Time will tell.

Peace.