One of the best friends I ever had moved to a different neighbourhood when I was in grade 8. His name was Halûk and his family was from Turkey, and for that reason some people thought he was a bit odd. But we always had a good time hanging out, and he never did anything to make me doubt his friendship. The neighbourhood he moved to wasn’t far away. I could have easily rode my bike to his house any time and we could have maintained our friendship. But I made no effort to see him after he moved and I completely lost touch with him. I didn’t understand my behavior at the time, and I’ve always regretted it. I bumped into Halûk at a mall a few years later. He had on Mega Death t-shirt with a leather jacket and he seemed angry. I said hello. He just looked at me like he didn’t know who I was and that was it. He kept walking and I haven’t seen him since.
I got to thinking about this because I’ve heard about people getting in touch with old friends through Facebook. I thought of who I might want to get in touch with again. Halûk probably hates my guts, so he’s out. After that, it was slim pickings. There were two, maybe three people — and it’s very likely I won’t even see those guys again either. Because I suck at keeping it touch. That’s my big revelation of the day.