Footprints

You know, Facebook really is just a giant machine of stalking.  Yes, if you are on my friend's list chances are I've picked through your Facebook page, most especially your pictures, at some point or another.  Facebook is a friend to the Nosy and Bored.  I admit, sometimes I fall into the categories.  How much time I spend on there is for me to know and you never to know because I'm the one stalking you.
Oh yes, you... 8-0

So I came home from a very early work day (on a Sunday no less, where is the justice I ask you?) I got all settled into bed for a nap.  But the nap didn't happen.  It was one of those times where you're super tired but sleep is dancing just out of reach.  So I ended up sitting there zoned out on the computer.  What better time for Facebook stalking.

It got me thinking about all those people on there.  A lot of them are from high school.  I like to look at my high school peers on Facebook.  I like to see where they've all gone and what they're up to.  I'm a little shocked that so many of them are married and have kids.  That's crazy to me.  I can't imagine myself married with kids.  A roommate and three pets is about all I can handle right now.

Anyway, looking back at all these people I crossed paths with in high school got me to thinking about all the people that come into your life and leave small little footprints before they go.  I think back to high school, for example, and I have all these memories with people that have gone so far now.  There are lots of memories that really stand out to me that have probably helped shape who I am, even if it is only small ways.  A lot of those memories have people in them that have left small little footprints and memories with me.

It makes me wonder how many of those people have small little memories of me and what they are.  Have I stuck with them at all?  Are there some small little memories that make them think of me randomly?  It really makes me wonder.  I hope I have left footprints in some people's lives.  Of course, unless you live under a rock, you touch people; people notice you.  Hopefully.  But I don't believe that anyone is so insignificant that someone doesn't notice them, even if it is one of those small moments.

I just sometimes wonder about those things.