Facebook offers the opportunity to revisit the past, to see and catch up with people that have gone missing from your life for 10-20 years, if you're of a certain age. When I went to college, we relied on snail mail to sustain friendships, and unfortunately, the effort was tough for a lot of people to sustain.

So there are some people who I've really been thankful to reconnect with, people who I regret ever having lost.

Yesterday, I got to revisit some people I worked with about 15 years ago, one of my first "real" jobs in Chicago, and it was a little weird for me. "Seeing" these people brought back these feelings, not about them, but the way I felt about myself at the time. I was working a job I didn't like, but feeling compelled to try and excel at it (impossible). It was a time of my life where I felt out of sorts, but instead of acknowledging it, I tried to push it aside, and looking at these people brought it all back. There's a specific experience that encapsulates the whole thing. One day, I left work, and fell while crossing LaSalle. If you're not fluent in Chicago, it's a really, really busy street. And they were repaving it, so the surface was grooved, and so when I fell, I shredded my pantyhose and my knees. I'm all bloody and yucky, and I just fell in front of probably hundreds of people, and one person asked me if I was ok. I said I was, aside from my pride, and I had to ride home, hurting, hot and uncomfortable (it was summertime), on a packed bus where everyone ignores you, but more than anything, pretty embarrassed.