Isn’t it weird how life turns out? If you’re on Facebook (and who isn’t?), you are constantly being reminded of who you were in high school and college. It’s a great way to reconnect with those old pals but every once in a while, or maybe more than that, reminiscing about the good ol’ days may make you want to slap someone.
Over the weekend, I received a message from a friend I knew growing up – PG County, holla! (Not really, in fact, I can’t STAND the term “Holla”. Unless you are Gwen fucking Stefani, you should not be using it.) Anyway, it was a nice message but here’s the part that made me cringe:
Always wondered what became of you. I thought you were a movie star by now, you had a lot of talent back in the day.
Right. Well, old friend, I’m no movie star but thanks for the reality check because I needed that. Really…like, I almost forgot where I put my tiara. I should call my agent because she would know…
On the other hand, I seem to be famous on a very minuscule scale which is just enough to keep the skin on my wrists together at moments like these.
Take, for example, last Friday morning. My 13 year old made it into the All State Honors Chorus again this year (holla!) and I was her chaperone on a lovely 2 day trip to Fredricksburg, VA where the rehearsals and performance took place. Parents had blocks of free time while the students were in session. During one of those periods, I decided to take a local Jazzercise class.
I knew there was a Jazzercise center close by because it was where I was certified as an instructor although I had not been back since. (And if you read the linked post, you’d know why. I was a-scared.)
I walked in a little nervous but happy to be exercising because I had been eating like a pig. (Fredricksburg restaurants, hollla!) I proceeded to sign in when I got the nicest surprise.
Hi there.
Hi! Can I have your name, please?
I’m a visiting instructor. My name is Ki…
Just then, the instructor walked in and said, “I know who you are. I read your blog.”
Really?
Yeah, I think I channeled you here or something.
Huh? Why?
I was just looking over that Earth Day routine and thought of you. You know, the one that you did on the YouTube video?
Yeah?
And I almost wore that same top today.
Wow…it was meant to be.
And she was SO. NICE.
They all were. And then Stacy, the sweet instructor who was so warm and welcoming and reads my blog and remembers me from YouTube, proceeded to kick my ass in her circuit class. An ego boost plus a killer workout? I think I’m in love. (Stacy at Fredricksburg Jazzercise, holla!)
So, you see, even flip camera moments like the one below (see me at the very end?) can save your smile on days when old friends want to remind you of who you said you’d be someday but you’re not.
And, like I told you, I ain’t no hollaback girl. Yeah, I probably should have stuck with that…
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LOL! You’ll always be famous to me.
And your tiara – umm… I borrowed it.
xo
LBC
i have someone that was a neighbor while i was growing up many years ago who found me on facebook recently, she wants to reconnect in person but i haven’t kept in touch with her for many years, we weren’t even friends in high school, i find the whole thing kind of creepy, it kind of makes me feel like i’m a bad person, but there is just no interest in it for me. you on the other hand, who pops up every so often on my suggested facebook addition, i feel like i’d be ok with, because i have been reading you off and on for several years now, so i kind of feel like i kind of know you, but is that wrong?
Fun! :-)
You ARE famous, you’re skinny and have gorgeous curly hair and have an estate in the country I’d DIE for.
I almost contacted one of my old friends when I saw her on that Classmates site. I looked up her address on Google Earth and she lives in a trailer park just outside the city we grew up in. Hmmmm….maybe I don’t need to look her up.
Other than that, I could care less what people from my past are doing, I’m SO not into that, and “Remember When…?” is the lowest form of conversation.
That’s so cool. Glad you ran into one of your “fans” over there!
I am not on facebook or Twitter and I have no desire to be.
I agree with all these comments, YOU are famous!
Who wants to be a movie star anyhow??!!!
But….you ARE famous.
See? You are famous!
I got yelled at on Facebook because I untagged some nerdy high school band photos of myself. I have a reputation to uphold, people! One that doesn’t involve me being in the high school marching band!
I always walk around thinking people are staring at me because they read my blog and are too shy to come up and talk to me.
And then I realize I have a french fry stuck to my face.
Why do people say “holla?”
I’m not on facebook.
Hey there Kim,
Holla-ing back at ya, more than a week late and a dollar short but such is the story of my life these days! Thanks for the shout out to F’burg–see now you’ve made me just a little bit of famous, too. If I can ever get my act together, would love to come have my ass kicked by vou, too. Come visit again!
people who just have to say things like that on a public space like FaceBook are just insecure in their own lives. My sister is the one who insists on commenting mean things on my Facebook, and I always just let it go because I know what she is like.
I have been recognized in public by people who read my blog. The first time it happened, I was so embarassed! But now, I just ask them what post they liked best, and how they started reading me. It is pretty fun.