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Holy shit. The best friend from school and a few years after that I might have talked about sometimes (and keep dreaming about; the last time a few nights ago), the one where I'm still kind of bitter about the broken friendship and life taking us to such different places? I just googled her, and she's not only Professor, she's Vizedekanin of the Law Faculty of the University of Vienna. It was always obvious she'd be going to places, but, wow. Wow on a scale I cannot even be jealous or depressed about...


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Jun. 13th, 2008 05:04 am (UTC)
Heh. Mine was, last I looked, VP-Marketing for Walt Disney's Southern Europe and Mediterranean branch (an immmense business). And the one I do keep up with and who stays my best friend is now a regular artist on the Angel and Spike comics, with a worldwide audience.

Me? I get quoted on online articles on the British historical figure Boudicca. I actually demonstrated the historicity of King Arthur, but nobody noticed. I don't get no respect!
Jun. 13th, 2008 08:53 pm (UTC)
Some of my Torchwood lj-posts are del.icio.us'ed. That's the extent of my internet fame. *g*
Jun. 13th, 2008 05:26 pm (UTC)
Oh. My. God. I'm flabbergasted. How do these people *do* it? I can only assume they decide they won't have a life for the next ten years of their life, no heartbreak, no doubts, not one bad decision... hmmm. Pact with the devil?
Jun. 13th, 2008 08:33 pm (UTC)
She always was *very* focused. I don't know about her having no life beside that; it felt like that, but maybe it was just I who stopped being part of her life at a certain point...

It's so strange... I remember the intelligent but a bit dorky girl who didn't dress smartly and was maybe even more an outsider than I was; Schulausflüge und Maturareise, a few sleepovers and a couple of really nice holidays - a Marc Almond concert on the Lykavittos and reading Pride and Prejudice (which she lent me) in a hotel room in Athens, and Herodot on a beach in Samos; a day trip to Ephesos; writing letters to her from holidays. Fangirling Kenneth Branagh movies and Marguerite Yourcenar. Showing her my stupid teenage poetry without being embarrassed. Someone who had a nickname for me. Who told me I was a special person; until, i guess I stopped being one.

We're working a couple of hundred meters away from each other, and it might as well be a different universe...
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