More social, less media

I had the joy of attending a childhood friend's wedding last week.

I ended up meeting friends that I hadn't spoken to in 17 years. These were boys and girls I had spent half of my life with. A lot of who I am on the inside was shaped by the experiences we shared together.

It felt odd that we had failed to stay in touch, but there were no guilt trips.

Conversations flowed without any of us skipping a beat. There was so much to talk about. I had no idea what any of them were up to, and at multiple points felt bad asking about things I should have already known.

Back in school, afterparties happened over mailing lists and chatrooms, which is where we embraced the personas we wished to project. And boy, did we project!

Then at some point we moved to Orkut. That was a blast. We flexed our ASCII…