I’m at the age where I start rambling about my youth (and also where I grumble about my current health!)
My library recently purchased a copy of The Celestine Prophecy, which is bizarre because it’s from the early 1990s and not very good (though it was on the best seller list, apparently). IIRC, it’s basically a version of “the Secret” but like, in a novel format. Or maybe autobiography (I remember my friend saying it was autobiographical, but wikipedia says nope, fiction!)
One of my crazier friends in college was REALLY into The Celestine Prophecy. She was beautiful and popular and very spacey. The kind of person strangers would give their numbers to whenever we all went out. She also gave me the silent treatment for three months and we stopped being friends by junior year and moved on to other groups and then like 15 years later she emailed me out of the blue with kind of an insane apology and also she had (divorced and remarried and) moved to a nearby city and I should visit her. Which I replied to politely and then deleted. (I guess before then she invited me to her first wedding in France but I was in graduate school and couldn’t afford to go even if I’d wanted to– we sent her a present, a fancy picnic backpack that we’d somehow gotten two copies of for our wedding and had never opened, with our polite regrets though. I do not remember if I invited her to my wedding– we probably did since I invited other people from that group and it would have been impolite to leave her out– but regardless she didn’t attend and we’d asked for no gifts.) Because after I had kids, I stopped entertaining crazy friends. Also part of the reason for the rift was possibly because prior to the silent treatment I’d realized how incredibly selfish and how much of a taker she was and became a bit less of a doormat, or maybe she found me overly controlling (also likely), or who knows. I don’t try to fix people anymore and never should have to begin with.
Anyhow, thinking about The Celestine Prophecy…
One of my high school roommates (pre #2) dated a guy in high school and he went to Emory a year before she did and then she followed him there… and found out he’d been cheating on her for months. And she could have gone to a different school if he’d just been open and honest about it when he started cheating. She was wrecked.
So I asked everyone on my freshman hall to help me put together a care package for her and they did. I asked each of them to put something in to help cheer her up, or that made them happy. And the one friend put a copy of the Celestine Prophecy in there. (High school roommate was Wiccan, so I don’t know if that meshes or the opposite with Celestine prophecy, but it’s the thought that counts.) I don’t actually know what most people put in there– there were sealed things for this stranger they didn’t know, not for me, and of course I don’t remember anything specific that I did see. But my friend got it and said they were all great and helpful. It was nice of everyone to help a stranger like that.
Former high school roommate transferred to the state flagship and is now an obstetrician, which is cool. She got married to another guy who I liked much better, but sadly I couldn’t attend that wedding (on a cruise) because 1. no money and 2. that was literally the job market conference week and I would not have been able to do conference interviews if I’d gone, meaning I could not have gotten an academic job that year, period.
Anyhow, not sure what my point is. I’ve been listening to the soundtrack for Company and trying to make sense of it again… why is it powerful in my middle age? What is the message, really? And I guess relationships are complicated and people are weird and kind and wonderful and mundane and sometimes terrible. But we keep on moving forward, making connections, losing connections, just being alive.