Want cheese with that?
So, yeah. How’s it going? How’s life?
Once again, I feel like I’m abandoning my little baby here but it’s not true. I am still around but going in a few directions and what creative energy I DO have is being let out on Practically Intuitive of late.
But I do happen to have a very fine ‘whine’ right here in my pocket – just for you.
As these things go, I follow nudges. For some reason, I’ve been drawn to checking out some old friends from when I lived in Richmond VA on Facebook. I found a couple and it was nice to connect up again.
I was so excited to find the woman who was like a personal hero to me back in the day. I used to babysit for her very young daughters and she and her husband (and girls) were like my family away from home.
(I moved to Richmond when I was 29 knowing no one. NO ONE. That was fun.)
I was there when they made the decision to separate and it felt like my own parents broke up. They did a great job of putting the girls first and never letting their own personal yuck get in the way of what their daughters needed. Well done, all the way around.
So, the girls are now 23 and 21 (yikes! where did the time go) and it was really nice to see pics of them all grown up. The youngest was like my own little baby and she called me “isa” for the longest time because she couldn’t say Lisa. I loved her.
Where’s the whine?
I friend the mom and am so excited to just say Hi! again and catch up. She accepts the friending but says *nothing* to me. Not even to answer my email. Maybe she feels I’m stalking her or something, I dunno. But it made me sort of sad that I have all these really nice memories of time spent with their family and she doesn’t even say hello.
Yes, another glass if you don’t mind
Then, I caught up with two other friends who were this hilarious couple we hung out with in Richmond. We had lots of fun with them goofing around and going on day trips and fondue nights. I was (again) so excited to see how their kids have grown and what they’re doing. Well, the first thing the woman half of the couple says to me is this: “I see your employment info says “Employed by Spirit – High Priestess of the Woo Woo” – you’re still Catholic, right????” in this weirdly frantic way. I wrote back nicely that I was of the “spiritual but not religious” bent and how I’m doing intuitive readings yada yada yada.
SLAM. That door was closed like a big dog. Wowza. And yes, I know. I’m sure I’m considered to be Satan’s handmaiden or whatever the fuck these people think of what I do. It was just so weird. I wasn’t even selling potions or anything. Yeesh.
And what have we learned?
You can’t go home again. Maybe this is the way it works all the time and I’m the goofball who doesn’t know that. It just felt shitty. Not big, hard-core shitty but that tiny little shitty you feel when no one wants to come over and play at your house.
That’s definitely not something I’d share at PI – God knows I bare my soul as it is over there but here on this blog I get to be “just Lisa” not “Lisa who aspires to be a spiritual teacher and HP of the Woo.” Just dorky old “no one wants to be my friend anymore so can I have a pity party please” Lisa.
A thought: Snarkypants may not last forever. It's okay, more than okay. Perhaps, dare I say it, Life will become too happy and satisfying for you to need snark????
I know it's hard not to feel snubbed – – I really do. But imagine yourself as you ARE: wise and grand and compassionate. Don't worry about them, my dear.
I opened up a Facebook account so people I used to know could find me if they so chose, and after my father died a woman who used to be my best friend in the late 70s friended me; we hadn't seen each other since 1984, and apparently she checks out the obits in the city where I live now (she lived in the same city after moving away). She'd seen my father's obit and decided to get back in touch. Well, I was not in a great place emotionally at the time, and though I friended her back I couldn't bring myself to reply to the long and very nice email she sent. The past 25 years had brought a lot of changes, too, and most of those were not something I was eager to tell my friend about although she would likely understand.
Facebook can be a strange and superficial place. :( All these words to say I can empathize. It may seem trite (about your former friend who stayed silent) but perhaps it's not you, but her. You wouldn't believe all the slammed doors I've experienced when people I used to know find out I'm an astrologer.
Thank you, Gal, Charlie and Flair for picking me up, dusting me off and reminding me that I just need to keep moving ever forward!
""We must go forward, not backward. Upward, not forward. And always twirling, twirling, twirling towards freedom." – The Simpsons
:) You guys made me smile.
This brings to mind Don Henley lyrics. I love ya just the goofy way you are!!!
out on the road today
i saw a dead head sticker on a Cadillac
a voice inside my head said don't look back
you can never look back
i thought i knew what love was
what did i know
those days are gone for ever
i should just let them go and…
I like you, I really, really like you, Sally Field! Its not Jeans, Velour, and Nike Day anymore you can be yourself without caring what others think…even though it still hurts a twinge no matter how old you get. You don't have to wear something on the outside or be something on the inside to fit in.(one day I will believe all of this truly for myself,maybe?) True old friends may not fully get or buy into what you are into in your present day life but they still respect it or don't denigrate it, that is the difference…. ;)
(1) Stuart is right. *I* like you and I am extraordinary. So what does that say? (2) Facebook is a complicated bag. I don't know how I feel about it. But I know that because relationships there are so public, they aren't always honest/genuine. At least mine aren't. So don't take it all too seriously.
Which is not to say it doesn't hurt. I'm not taking away from what you feel. I'm just saying don't imbue contact you make via Facebook with too much importance. It's an unnatural setting where things aren't always as they seem.