Hit Me
Today hasn’t been a great day.
In fact, today has been so afflicted with unfortunate circumstance that toward the latter half of the day, I started thinking about other people’s days. Thinking about other people’s days often leads to thinking about certain people’s days. And thinking about certain people’s days makes me think about the few people I used to certainly wonder about all the time, back when I was younger and I didn’t know very many people.
This kind of thinking and wondering can go on forever in this day and age, where one question or thought can direct you to further questions or thoughts via the use of social networks and html linking.
For example, “Did Mallory Bacon from the third grade end up doing better than me?” can turn into “Why is ‘Mallory Bacon’ married to that guy?” or “How did ‘Mallory Bacon’ get to be roommates with ‘Kaci Fieldings’?” Finding out whether ‘Kaci Fieldings’ is having a better day than mine can turn into its own adventure, as well.
Sometimes, however, trying to find out whether a certain ‘Jon Laughary’ ever moved out of his parent’s house or whether ‘Derek Vickery’ ever got over his drug problem can be tricky. In the case of one ‘Eric Olsen’, there happened to be 26 different ‘Eric Olsens’, ‘Erik Ohlsons’, and ‘Eric Olsons’ in the Inland Empire alone (most of them without pictures). As you can imagine, this raised even more questions.
But, ultimately, attempting to track old alliances and grade-school crushes did make my day a little bit better. Because, you see, failing to find those people (whose faces I no longer remember anyway), reminds me that as Rocio Anica, I can guarantee one can type my name into any network search engine and get the Rocio Anica.* And while this may sound a little arrogant or self-absorbed, I do need reminders (ALOT OF REMINDERS) that the story of how I was born and named and raised is its own unique story. A story with great days, and days like today.
I’m gonna go make sure the story of today ends on a good note.
*If any.
