New job - Day 3

Ok. So there isn't a "day 1" or "day 2", but the world isn't perfect. Well, maybe for Lynn Truss, and thanks to her my punctuation is, like, 70% better. (Notice the comma outside the quotes? Its very complicated, but trust me, correct).

I guess the title of this post is mis-leading since all I want to write about is an odd hour that I just used up looking through MySpace. It sort of crept up on me - I was just sending friends some quick messages and then, I found her. My high school nemesis. This is something that no one prepares you for - the MySpace worm hole. I felt as if I had travelled back in time, all the same apprehension and anger from my angst-y high school days flooded back. These are people I haven't thought about in years, but when I did, they consumed a good amount of my energy.

I say people because its basically a whole fucked up family that just made my life complicated in the most twilight zone kind of way; I'm still reeling. To write down exactly what all that entailed would take too long, and I only have 30 minutes left until this stupid Starbucks closes. But let's just say, I couldn't have a relationship without it somehow crossing with them, in every way, sexually, friends, acquiantances, just driving down the damn street. They are part of the reason I moved as far away from Yarbrough street as I could.

And now, to find them on MySpace. Innocently posing for poorly composed photographs - imitating a black and white profundity that only El Pasoans try to get away with. And they have kids! All of them, a new generation of madness and poverty packed into a crumbly house I somehow always had to sit outside of no matter how much I begged to leave.

But why am I so shaken? Why so much time spent combing through the MySpace pics.? I mean, they are all STILL in El Paso, having kids, doing what? God knows. But they're stuck, right? I wanted to escape. To live big. Travel. Ect. Ect. Those who know me, know that I will wallow in the "what if's" for a lifetime. Here I am, 1,995 miles from Yarbrough St. and yet still feeling the pain.