You found me! Oh goody! Still, what a surprise to see my picture on your website! You couldn’t have picked a better one. Really, that coffee I was drinking tasted terrible.
The hyperlink I detest this fucking wanker and read his blog to feel better about my own life was written in jest while discussing “Ye Old College Years” with a friend who happened upon your blog and sent me a link to it. And here I was wondering if you’d ever come across it and if so, what would your response be? And so soon! (That link has been up there only a couple of weeks.) And so creative! (Thank you.)
Sadly, yes, my most vivid memory of you was during our senior year of college when I was your RA and you were one of “the frat boy across the hall.” Oh, and your group was not just any group of frat boys, but the most troublesome, annoying group of, well, wankers I’ve ever had to deal with right up to the final hours before graduation. Perhaps you have grown up since then. I’d like to think so seeing as how I used to be quite the wanker myself. There’s hope for everyone.
Personally, I particularly enjoy scrolling through your blog. I’m always fascinated with what happens to people I used to know. If you are in my blogroll, it’s because I am interested in your life and the things you have to say.
Here are some thoughts in response to your comments:
- English classes: Not particularly resentful of you in any way. However, it would have been nice to have seen you sober and shaved every now and then, but I suppose that is college.
- I was actually rather fond of how you handled my columns. I remember you giving me the front page when I first submitted music articles to The Elm. I didn’t have any particular interest in journalism so my efforts there were fleeting.
- Which ex-girlfriend? Sarah? We were never particularly close. She was on the RA team my junior year and just happened to sit next to me in class because she needed to read along in my book since you two had bought books together and had just broken up the night before or some shit. The seat to my left was the only empty seat in class that day. I didn’t take sides as I didn’t really know either of you all that well at the time. Come to think of it, I didn’t know her at all.
- I am rather intrigued by your blog. Perhaps my blog is a bit pretentious but that is my writing style (oh God, have I become one of these?!). Besides, I’m a rather meticulous person. So be it. I keep the blog for the sake of friends who care about what is going on with my life and to remember things that make me laugh or cry. In fact your link to this particular blog made me feel kind of nostalgic for college when at the time I would have liked to rip all of your throats out.
- At the age of 23, I also lived in New York where I worked in a bookstore, painted, wrote, and spent more than a good bit of my time in tiny, dark jazz clubs. It was a fucking riot and I used to miss it terribly when I moved to Chestertown, very much in the same way that people miss college for a while right after they graduate. But, those memories are fleeting and I rather enjoy the work I do now. I find that, for me, professional writing is much more rewarding than creative writing. Also, I very much love Baltimore and the rather nice man I’ve met, spent the last two years with, and would very much like to spend the rest of my life with. New York is a great place to be if it’s the place for you. I’m a small town girl; it wasn’t for me, but unlike a lot of people who spend their lives letting dreams pass them by, I was curious so I went for it. So did you and, if you want it that bad, I hope it lasts.
- I did not realize I was blocking you on Facebook. I don’t spend enough time on there to understand how the whole thing really works. That may have been something I did back in the day. Who knows. I’ve added you to my friends.
In summary, Mr. Knox, I am in fact overjoyed at this kind of, what did you call it, feud? I had no idea you would be so cordial. Here I thought I would simply receive a WTF email. The intertubes will never cease to amaze me.
Next time I’m in New York, have a cup of coffee with me.
-Cindy
That was your WHOLE FEUD???? You guys are such adults about things. What wonderful examples you make for the rest of us. But what poor contributors to our Jerry-Springer-rich pop-culture!
Cindy, it is both heartwarming and disappointing how much you’ve grown since I first knew you as the hyper-impulsive, still-rebelling-against-her-parents, semi-codependent-live-in girlfriend-of-a-pot addict –turned– moody-chick-crashing-on-my-couch-and-getting-angstily-drunk-on-beer-every-night-while-
playing-maudlin-songs-on-her-guitar. And then there was that time you flashed your boobs at that bus full of tourists in Ocean City.
Perhaps you will think, “She’s bringing that up AGAIN?!” And this will lead you to think, “What a wanker-ette!” And then we will have another feud to entertain us!
If not, I will have to enlist Dave to try and spark a feud with you. Is that something you really want?
Dude! Kristan! You are totally blowing my facade!
And yes, why the HELL do you keep bringing up that Ocean City thing? I don’t even remember doing that!
I think this is great! You should feud all the time! You are all so polite!
I’ll feud with a fellow english major any day of the week. I miss it already, it was great blog fodder.
As for your offer, I’ll gladly catch a cup of coffee any day of the week. Let me know when you’ll be up here, I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon.
Fear not, Kristan. Cindy still flashes her boobs at random passersby on occasion. But she’s more of a happy drunk than a maudlin drunk these days.