Again, that addictive Facebook application has spun the circle back, bringing long ago faces, blurred by time, back into sharp focus.. It's been a chance to pull up a chair and watch the shenanigans unfold, this time without the roar of the music washing away the subtleties, and I am surprisingly pleased to realize that although we've all grown, we really haven't changed that much. The politics of pretty still remain but, without the arrogance of youth, the edges are somewhat dulled. The question of whether folks are simply sliding back into their old roles or if they just never bothered to give them up remains unanswered; the buffer the music once provided now replaced by a distance that provides a safety zone where everyone is able to apply whatever face they feel best fits the moment. Still, if you care for nuance, there are plenty of hints at what has become of those who, for what now feels like a only a moment, ruled our small little world. And it is on that nuance, that I set my drink, as I mentally stroll to the jukebox to once again play Big Country's "In A Big Country", and chuckle over a wonderful summation of everyone's behavior both now and then that was shared with me last night: "tossing the hair, rolling the eyes, denying everything".
