blasts from the past...

hmmm... Soon after finishing uni, I thought my days of pure unadulterated fun were over. Then I met two girls within about a month. Both messed me about, but that's another story cos I bumped into each of them on consecutive days this weekend for the first times since it all went pear-shaped. Odd-ish I guess.

and now i am freaking out because someone told me they posted celebrity assmatch to the strokes bulletin board, and asked if i was "that kate" and i went over and looked, and someone is being a holy terror on that board, using a screen name which is a combination of my name and my brother's name.

am i going mad? am i suffering from identity theft? or is it just another random coincidence?

It could be a coincidence. Is your brother's name fairly common, or is it more obscure?

no, my brother has a really unusual name (in the states, at least): hamish. i'm sure is IS just a coincidence, but it's a really freaky one.

you know, no one EVER responds to my real threads. yet they go on and on responding to the stupid, jokey, talk aboug ass threads. have you ever heard of POSITIVE AND NEGATIVE REINFORCEMENT?

you people get the il* that you deserve. fuck the load of you.

kate,

a) calm down.

b) what sort of advice are you looking for? are you being paranoid because several odd things have happened at once.

c) let's never talk about a boug's ass again. (trying to cheer you up)

In Florence I knew a Danish girl called Lisa. She was extremely pretty, very blonde and had the reputation of being an airhead and a bitch. Three years later I went to live in Bergamo. We were allocated flats before we arrived by a guy at the university. My flatmate turned out to be the same Lisa. And she was completely lovely. And that's how I learned you shouldn't listen to gossip and rumour but judge for yourself.

Nothing like this has happened to me recently. The most startling instances I can remember of this are seeing one of my oldest brother's teammates from his high school track team appear on Comedy Central, then move to a late night show on CBS (I think I've mentioned that before, though) and seeing the name of a guy I went to high school with pop up as a reviewer for some albums in Rolling Stone a couple of years ago. Also, randomly walking past someone _I_ was on the track team with in high school on the streets of Boston was something of a shock.

Mine is walking into a certain bar in Detroit and realizing that the five last girls I had dated or been remotely intimate with were ALL IN THE SAME ROOM (and that some of them were talking to each other). Talk about paranoia!

The best one, though, was from my mom. We were watching Manimal in the early '80s (remember that show?) and my mom realized that the guy who played Manimal's dad in the opening credits was one of her best friends from college. He would show up in various bit parts in TV shows and movies throughout the decade, usually dying within the first 2 minutes of appearing on the screen (he didn't even make it past the opening credits of Manimal).

exes all in one room = TRAUMATIC AS FUCK.

I left the NYC garage/mod scene for good the day that I walked into a show, realised that I had dated/slept with FOUR different guys in the room, and that two of their bands were playing that night. i couldn't swing a dead cat without hitting an ex.

and they WERE all gossiping about me, as well. it was awful when i found out. i remember the night, well, sort of fuzzily. i went to the Lakeside Lounge and sat drinking cognac and freaking out about it. The Cute Bartender said that I should punch the particularly nasty ex. after 10 brandys, this seemed like a good idea, so he said he would give me a free brandy if i went and punched him. walked back to the continental. punched my ex. started massive argument and got thrown out. walked back to the lakeside with a black eye, sat back down at the bar and demanded my free brandy. i got couvesier (or however the fuck you spell it) on the house.

i quit my band and stopped answering phone calls from anyone the next day...

i am a walking blast from the past. i routinely cut myself off from all my friends every few years just so i can be a blast from the past now and again. my life is fun.

Dammit I need to do that (cut myself off from friends periodically).

That sounds awful Kate. My response was to flee in terror as well and declare I would never date anyone else "in the scene" again (heh!!!).

nah it sucks, it backfired a couple of years ago and i don't got many friends now.

Oh. I guess I could just move to a different city instead.

i dreamed about this kid i went to school with last night, who at school was a psycho & used to run up & punch you for no reason but after we left school we got to be friends, bonding over psychedelics & ether. in the dream he rode a bicycle with the giant penknife blade from a hieronymous bosch painting on it & was riding at a group of people trying to kill us. i struggled with him & killed him & his body turned into that of a fish like a giant salmon or something which i ate to dispose of the evidence, it tasted disgusting & i woke up spitting on the pillow. WHO WILL INTERPRET MY SCARY DREAM?