I have this horrible urge to start googling people I knew back in college. Why is that a horrible urge, you might ask... Well.. let me elaborate. I have a slight tendancy to, how shall I put it... obsess... over random people. Like Magazine Boy. He was this graduate creative writing student who used to eat in the cafeteria. He would read the New Yorker every day, not speak to anyone, and then scurry on his way. I watched him. I made up grand stories about him in my head. My friends thought this was amusing and found out where he lived and worked. And they told me. And I, unable to contain my curiousity, went to where he worked. The writing center. And in going there I discovered the most amazing place to do my homework, and see more of Magazine Boy. I was obsessed with him for a year. I even made a movie about my obsession. Then, I decided it was time to move on to the next obsession.
Well, for the last two years of my college career, I had to do a lot of writing, I took a lot of writing classes, and I hung out with a lot of graduate students because they were closer to my age than most of the undergrads. All of these things combined to collide my social circle with Magazine Boys. I swear it wasn't a conscious choice. But I was friends with all of his friends. We even went to the same parties a couple times. But we never spoke. We were introduced a few times, but never said more than, "oh. hi." We were both aware of the fact that I had watched him, I think he might have even seen the short film I'd made about him, so there was a high level of uncomfortability, and we could never speak.
I never want to obsess over a real person again, ever. Because the more I found out about Magazine Boy (unintentionally, through his friends) the more I realized how much we actually had in common. I found out he loved to listen to my radio show. We shared the same political beliefs. He came and saw a couple plays I directed, and I read a couple pieces he wrote. If it hadn't been for that damn obsession, we might've been friends.
We both graduated. Me with my seven year BA in Theater, him with his MFA in Creative Writing.
It's been a couple years now, and I haven't really thought about him at all. Then, last night, I had a dream with all of our mutual friends. And there was kissing. And now I'm fighting this urge to google him because I'm afraid it might start me into a habit of goggling again.
But I'm going to do it anyway. Hopefully the man's been published and I can maybe, just find something he's written. That'll hopefully satisfy my little relapse into Magazine Boy land.
Well, for the last two years of my college career, I had to do a lot of writing, I took a lot of writing classes, and I hung out with a lot of graduate students because they were closer to my age than most of the undergrads. All of these things combined to collide my social circle with Magazine Boys. I swear it wasn't a conscious choice. But I was friends with all of his friends. We even went to the same parties a couple times. But we never spoke. We were introduced a few times, but never said more than, "oh. hi." We were both aware of the fact that I had watched him, I think he might have even seen the short film I'd made about him, so there was a high level of uncomfortability, and we could never speak.
I never want to obsess over a real person again, ever. Because the more I found out about Magazine Boy (unintentionally, through his friends) the more I realized how much we actually had in common. I found out he loved to listen to my radio show. We shared the same political beliefs. He came and saw a couple plays I directed, and I read a couple pieces he wrote. If it hadn't been for that damn obsession, we might've been friends.
We both graduated. Me with my seven year BA in Theater, him with his MFA in Creative Writing.
It's been a couple years now, and I haven't really thought about him at all. Then, last night, I had a dream with all of our mutual friends. And there was kissing. And now I'm fighting this urge to google him because I'm afraid it might start me into a habit of goggling again.
But I'm going to do it anyway. Hopefully the man's been published and I can maybe, just find something he's written. That'll hopefully satisfy my little relapse into Magazine Boy land.
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