And then there's the experience I just had.
Out of nowhere and with no prelude, I just got the most fascinating string of tweets from old an High School buddy. They are included below, un-edited and un-spell-checked, tweets separated by "//".
vinnie sending you a tweet last time to get your attention, then I'll let 25 more years go bye. If you want a friend ok //
but if you want to pontificate about comics, norbit, christianity and conservitive stuff, not interested. //
I sometimes wondered how we became friends in highschool at all. It really doesn't matter so take it easy, be what you want //
oh and Dr. Who really is some of the worst SciFi that they ever came up with. Look at Heinlien and Asimov if you want good.
I'll throw that again; the last time I interacted with this fella was 1984, when we graduated Chaminade High School, the school that also produced Brian Dennehy, George Kennedy, Bill O'Reilly and Glenn Hughes from the Village People.(not all at once, of course)
I saw him add me as a friend on the Facebook some time back, but didn't have anything to say to him, so I didn't. He started following me on the Twitter TODAY, followed immediately by these stream of consciousness tweets.
Now I've done some horrible things in my life (ask any McDonalds counter-person within a ten-mile radius) but I've no idea what I could have done to him to warrant this mad rambling.
The part that's fascinating is that he seems upset with me for what I'm doing and talking about now. To the best of my awareness, I don't have a mailing list or anything that was cramming my rapier-like wit down his throat, so I'm not sure how my rampant pontification invaded his personal space.
Upon investigation, I see his twitter feed is only slightly less crazy than Yoko Ono's. Some samples:
Where is my sanity when I worry about yesterday's thoughts?
We waste so much time with ego, anger and pride. We think the little things we do will last beyond us. We are mistaken...
If we feel we know the truth, we have nothing. It is only by "dropping all" that we have all, become all, find ground.
Thought in all actions is need until finally, thought is no longer needed.
Pain is what occurs when you allow yourself to be wrapped up in emotions and attachments...
There are times when I allow myself to take offense at things my ego points out as "offensive", and then there are times when I am well.
Anger, love, passion, all just spitting distance... First you gotta breath... Then you have to know what breathing truly is....All this touchy-feely inspirational poster speak, and he spits vitriol at me like I was wearing a fur coat at a PeTA meeting. I feel..oddly honored. I mean, to be able to make such an impression on a person that he'd seek you out 25 years later to insult you...That means either I'm that impressive, or he's that impressionable.
When we were in in school together, his favorite author was Michael Moorcock, and his favorite word was (as he pronounced it) was "mye-rid". After having him use it in a sentence, I asked, "do you mean "Myriad"?
When I showed The Wife the tweets in question, she guessed EXACTLY who sent them, having never MET the man, based SOLELY on the stories other Chaminade Men have told about him.
Out of courtesy, I won't mention his name, or actually give his twitter feed. But if you went to school with me, you already KNOW who it is. And you are in no way surprised.