Alexplorer Goes Time Traveling...

If you're just joining this series already in progress, then it means you don't have a time machine, so here's the short version: Every Tuesday (your present), I come back from my adventures time-traveling around MySpace and fill you in on what happened to people from my past as they keep slippin', slippin', slippin' into the future.

Ah, here's one now...



Cindy

Then:
She was really, really short in high school.  I'm talking like four feet tall or some shit.  She read a lot (mostly fantasy books) and seemed to live in a separate world in which she was smarter than everyone else.  People tended to avoid her, so she didn't have reality check against this delusion, and it just snowballed.

I didn't see her for a few years, then she coincidentally ended up living a few doors down from me in my dorm when I first started college.  She was living with Janice who would come to be my best friend that year (and later stalked me for five years after the last time I spoke to her... but that's a story for another time).  Janice tended to avoid Cindy other than to collect anecdotes to share in the campus cafeteria supper such as how Cindy claimed she was going to write a novel so great that people would try to kill her because what she had to say would be too profound.  Yeah.  Uh, huh.

At a party I went to at some point, someone else who knew her commented that they saw her volunteering as a library helper in her home town over the summer, which is probably about as low as you can go on any objective measure of coolness.


Now:
Working as a librarian.  Well, not at the moment.  She's doing some sort of office work since Hurricane Katrina turned her library into soup.  Her profile states, "I have two cats and a townhouse."  Why, yes, she is still single.  Any takers?

Hypothetical letter I'll probably never send to her:
Cindy,

We know what you've been working on, even though you have never committed your manifesto to paper or disc.  Too bad.  We have eyes and ears everywhere.  If you continue along these lines, we will have to send another hurricane to complete the job as you apparently didn't understand that Katrina was intended merely as a warning.  If you do not want further harm to befall your city and its few remaining libraries, then you had best comply.  You can signal your acquiescence to our desires by wearing the enclosed pink boa to work for the next 17 business days.

Sincerely,

-The anonymous men in suits from the agency so secret it has no name.

p.s. Look outside your window.  Do you see us?  Of course you can't.  That doesn't mean we aren't there.


Copyright 2006-2007 Ale[x]plorer.  All photos are of the actual individuals described above because, seriously, I can't make this shit up.
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