It’s a *very* small world
For the unitiated, I’m currently wrapping up my semester here in Roma - only two weeks left, and boy, is that some scary shit - at the Intercollegiate Center for Classical Studies. I must emphasize, this is a consortium program - there is not another soul here from Georgetown. Not a single person I knew before hauling my ass via intercontinental flight to this glorious city. So both these incidents which I shall relate enforced how little you actually leave behind.
A few weeks ago, a friend here - we’ll call her Liz, because that’s her name - related to me a story, at once fascinating and horrifying. It involved an acquaintance, quite drunk on a boat, making the brilliant decision to jump on a manatee he spotted in the water. Unfortunately for said drunkard, this was a dead manatee, and he went straight through. Yes, that’s disgusting. But the point isn’t the story; it’s that I had heard this story before, in one of my Georgetown english classes. We had to prepare autobiographical stories, which were then shared to the class. I read this particular story and I recall it distinctly because I couldn’t stop laughing while attempting to read it to the class. Sadly, because the stories were presented anonymously, I haven’t the foggiest who is responsibile for such mayhem. Still, that dawning realization that I knew how Liz’s story would end was fascinating - like being stuck in a time warp.
That would be amusing enough, but just recently it also emerged that my good friend from high school’s buddy from college, who I have actually met twice, is the step-brother of another girl here. Despite all the incessant pestering about whether you knew so-and-so and such institution that predictably ensued when individuals from about 30 schools coalesced into one unit, all this information came out fairly late in the process.
It’s fascinating to me how the smallest thing can strengthen a bond. These coincidences, while cool trivia, are just that, coincidences. But somehow they can carry more force than that. They become focal points; they don’t make relationships - both of these factoids emerged within the context of pre-existing friendships - but they do seem to strengthen them. Funny how we seem value these indirect connections to people with whom we already have perfectly decent direct connections.
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