FDL 2013, a reflection in 8 parts harmony*
For many years throughout elementary and high school, even into college, I felt compelled to clean out my closet twice a year, usually around Christmas and spring break. I’m sure that the origin of this ritual came at the suggestion of a parent but I just kept doing it. It worked out to my favor, I had the time, and so I sorted and decided what to keep and what to donate or toss.
As an adult, I no longer have enough clothes to make this tradition necessary but with time off, I still feel drawn to purge and organize. This year, instead of t-shirts and forgotten office attire, I decided to shift through my collection of Internet friends. Having Facebook since it still required a college email address (from an approved list of colleges at that) means that I have amassed an interesting and sometimes random grouping of people. Sorting clothes was always easy- if it fits and you wear it, you keep it; if not, then reassess whether anyone else would want to or it needs to be put out of its misery. Sorting people does not come with quite as clear a set of guidelines. So I had to make up my own- if I would be let you sleep on my couch, we are friends; if not, it’s time to reassess.
As I launched into my chosen project, I noticed an interesting trend; I waivered on people from college and jobs past but never once thought twice on anyone I knew from camp. I have long fixated on strange nature of camp friendships and the bonds that are created which somehow manage to be both quickly created and long lasting. What magic translates 9 weeks of summer camp into an open invitation to couch hop 10 years after the fact? It is a bond that expands outward; when my international counselor friends had mates traveling around the states, they ask for volunteers to house them. Thirty of us responded with couch offers. Think about that for a moment- thirty of us agreed to take in complete strangers without a second thought. I do not know what this magic is but I love it and I am so happy that it still exists in my life.
Needless to say that ruminating on this topic sufficiently distracted me from the task at hand and I never actually removed anyone from my Friends list, which is probably for the best. People are much more difficult to replace than t-shirts.
* this will be a running thread throughout the year. Think of it as an attempt at sharing everything that this summer encompassed.