Ding

I wonder if I knew all the same people I know now in another lifetime; like we were once all cavemen together, then medieval royalty, then cowboys in the wild west, and we just changed costumes in every phase and carried on with our relationships and our families; picked up where we left off or started the same ride all over again. I'm sure it's not as simple as that. But sometimes it feels like it. If you were somehow watching, say, from google earth maps, you could see: here's the part where So-and-so and Whosey meet on the first day of work, or at her grandparents house, or here's the part where they have an argument about bla-dee-bla, or have sex on the kitchen floor, or fall down laughing so hard there is no sound coming out. These are the times when you feel like you know this person, you have known him/her forever, and somewhere, from far away, a little light goes *Ding*.