Friday, September 03, 2010

Scrotum Girl

With everyone talking about Facebook and reconnecting with the past, I've been thinking about whether it is worth the effort. I'm sure it is not, for several reasons. I never had many friends anyway, and anybody I lost touch with, I probably had a good reason. I keep in touch with only one friend from the first 22 years of my life, and I can't think of any others that I particularly miss. Most importantly, I have had a Web presence for eight years now. For the past three, I've even been using my own name as a domain. If anyone wants to find me, I'm a 0.25-second Google search away (I suppose I could be mistaken for a dentist in Iowa, except he got his DDS the year I was born). For what it's worth, two old "sort-of friends" have tracked me down online over the years; our reconnections each lasted through the exchange of three e-mails.

Anyway, an odd memory popped into my head today. Although I know her real name, let's call her Scrotum Girl. She was a year ahead of me in school, and I never had any classes with her. I don't remember much about her except for one incident: when I was in 7th grade, I heard her call somebody a scrotum in the hallway. I can even recall the inflection of her voice, though I can't describe it.

I have no idea why I retained that memory from almost three decades ago. Maybe it was that I hadn't heard a female use that word before, at least in a non-clinical sense. Or maybe it was just that scrotum is a weird thing to call someone. With all the curses and slang at our disposal, why choose something from anatomy class?

The strangest thing about all this -- aside from me blogging about it and thinking anyone would care (I got over that concern years ago) -- is that Scrotum Girl likely has no recollection of the incident that, for me, defines her. And virtually everyone else who knows her is unaware of that event, meaning they associate her with something completely different (assuming scrotum wasn't her catch phrase). It makes me wonder how others remember me. Hmm, maybe that explains why hardly anyone has typed my name into Google over the years.

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