I met J yesterday at a coffee joint that I had never frequented before, though my wife and I had lived only two blocks from it when we resided in downtown Minneapolis. I hadn't seen him in awhile. We attended law school together, though, after our first year, he went on a different path while he pursued both a JD and an MBA. He looked good, as if he had shed some of his Minnesotan-ish stuff (e.g. beard and winter weight), some of his Peter-Prentice-from-The-Mindy-Project vibe, and finally purchased more contacts after his supply ran out years ago.
J is about to graduate. He's done with all the work and is now in that happy time between finishing the hard stuff and receiving adulation for finishing the hard stuff. He's got a couple more days of it, and I hope they are wonderful for him. He's got the world in front of him and he has set himself up to be highly successful and incredibly happy. For now though, he's got some stuff to go through.
As he told me about it while drinking his tea, I had thoughts about my teen years, when things were incredibly intense and overwhelmingly confusing. I felt for J. I still do. With two advanced degrees and a couple years under his belt, he is far more capable of getting through this unscathed than a teenage me would've been, but I imagine it'll still be a struggle. So just in case he needs it, here's some advice from an older, less educated friend.
"It sucks. It's just something you have to go through. But you will get through it eventually. Just hang on." And if the situation calls for it, "f--- her."
M is another of my law school classmates. At some point, he'd had enough of Facebook and inactivated his account, though I was never made aware of that fact. I'm not sure how it happened, or even what happened, but while we were enjoying some Hamm's tonight, I discovered that the M I was friends with on Facebook was not even the M I was friends with in real life. If there ever was a moment where I thought, "Yes, this is why I'm on this journey," that was it. I had such a big real life / Facebook disconnect that I didn't even know that the jokesters over at Facebook had switched my real life friend's inactivated account for another person's account.
At any rate, I think we got it all figured out. M is back on Facebook, right where he belongs. Welcome back, my friend. The other M, the fake M . . . well, I'm not sure what he's up to. Perhaps I'll have to track him down and make a real life friend out of him too.