With Buddhist Cop and Asp Man, I'm supposed to be organising a school reunion because of Facebook. Just by me writing that sentence, I've already caused some outright derisive laughter from some people. But you'd be right - out of three of us supposedly doing it, I was probably the most cynical; the other two probably had a better time at school than I did anyway. But curiously, I appear to have become the lone torch-holder for this re-union - primarily because I've changed perspectives on it and am essentially doing a Hunter S Thompson.
Anyway, my Hunter S Thompson journey and the gonzo motto of living the experience, rather than being a dispassionate observer, is never more apt than turning off the evil of Facebook and just going out and meeting the REAL people behind those profiles. And the most viscerally satisfying out of meeting any of those Facebook friends are precisely those friends from school, mired in the emotional flashbulb of screaming hormones and formative experiences. Big, gut-wrenching, filmic moments that re-visit you occasionally in the deepest bowels of sleep, during times of contemporary anxiety - normally caused by those exact same peer pressure moments that were the lingua franca of teenage interaction at High School. God, my old English teacher was right - I've just looked at that last paragraph and I'm STILL fecking mixing more metaphors than a pissed Alan Whicker. But bear with me, as after yet another meeting with two people from my school past on Saturday night, I'm starting to understand why Facebook can be rather mis-used. So far, Facebook communication has fallen down because of the way most internet communication breaks down - zero body language, amplified by the fact that people are ALWAYS going to think that the old school friend from behind the profile is frozen in time like a Grange Hill DVD, rather than the rich collection of life experiences that they are now. It's been the basis of terrible, terrible misunderstandings behind some of the messages flying between some of the people and I've ended up becoming a bizarre mediator, attempting to bridge a time-gap older than 15 years. Misunderstandings that possibly would've occurred anyway, but magnified to quite a terrifying degree by Facebook, and all based on a false sense of familiarity. I'll happily rip off another old school friend who I met about a month ago; he looked at me over his glasses and said, "a gap of 16 years suddenly vanishes with one click of a mouse button".
To digress very briefly, perhaps this muddy decision was made through a fog of nostalgia, not helped by the fact that our surrounding media seems to be going through a psychedelic mind-fuck of slamming the past into the future, in the hope of catching this zeitgeist of, um, reliving the past. That's GOT TO be a paradox, right? The very meaning of zeitgeist is capturing the spirit of a current time! Okay, I'll give you a few examples and this'll maybe explain what spurned me on, possibly sub-consciously. As anybody who knows me very well, I love "Doctor Who". I also utterly adore "Fawlty Towers".
I mean imagine what happened if my past self met my current self. He'd probably gob on me, knowing him... um, I mean, knowing ME??! Arrrrghhhh, give me some more medication, nurse!
But enough of the digression, let me tell you this - there are three things that have remained consistent during a fourth genuine meeting with school friends that I haven't seen in over a decade after a Facebook natter.
1) Expect the unexpected
2) Expect to be moved to sadness and genuine tears
3) Expect to laugh till you can't breathe
"Am I missing something in life?" is what I was asked near the beginning of the mini-reunion night by Baileys Belle. Thankfully, for the first time in a while, I was able to be confidently say "No" to that question. In fact, it's precisely because I'm feeling fairly happy with myself that I CAN go and seek all these people out on Facebook from my school years and have mad insane evenings with them. But that's not Facebook. That's me. Facebook is still evil. If nothing else, me and my two new friends (and they are NEW friends - I'm not mistaking them for the past ghosts that we all were) proved that by closing the Internet Explorer window and having mad visceral fun, a proper connection is made - not one based on Facebook Pirates Vs Ninjas.
Meanwhile, Buddhist Cop and Asp Man are missing out - they really are, 'cos they're in London being busy all the time and only able to really communicate in snatched minutes at their laptops. Trying to prove a connection by sitting something like the Picture Personality quiz ("See? See? Aside from us being in a club/at school together/in rehab, I STILL have a connection to you - honest"). 'Cos that's what Facebook is - as speed dating is the natural end-product for starting a relationship in the 21st century, Facebook is the 21st Century busybody's speed-"friending".
So, back to the school reunion. I am now one of the happiest people to be organising it, after being so cynical. You get to see a perfect example of psychological longitudinal studies standing in front of you and you're allowed to do that because of that lonesome link of you once sitting together, being bored, whilst being taught about General Haig. And, just like a psychologist, the experience is even more enjoyable if you arrive with no preconceptions, no judgements and always ready to be surprised. Life is so much more exciting like that, when you don't bring your cultural baggage with you. It's also caused me to look at my current contemporary friends (that I DIDN'T go to school or Uni with) in a new light and marvelling at the life experiences that made them the wonderful, rounded, fleshed-out, fantastic funny characters they are. As the humanist and writer Wordsworth observed: "The child is the father of man." Christ almighty, it's even got me picking up my guitar again and writing songs - like the reborn teenager that I'm becoming again, but with the benefit of life wisdom. Surely, THAT is a big reward in itself.
And Buddhist Cop and Asp Man are still missing out. While I'm happily getting back on the phone and enjoying physical contact with the people behind the Facebook avatars, Asp man is distraught at smoking servers, and Buddhist Cop is arresting criminals while chanting a Mahayana sutra.
Probably.
Chris Nicholson is fully aware that this latest blog entry features none of the stereotypical tales of woe, embarrassment and slapstick that normally encounter scenes in his life, together with pithy, incisive and deadpan comments. He is fully aware that this is what the public expect of his blog. Chris Nicholson promises normal service will resume for the next blog entry.