I Have People Pods.
Not pod people.
But people pods.
You know — different groups of people with whom you identify in different parts of your life.
Except for me, it’s like… extreme.
There’s the “home” people — My husband, current neighbors, and basically anyone who knows me in my nightmarishly perfect suburban ‘hood. I make dinners and attend cookouts and swap garage codes and recipes and repair man referrals.
There’s the work people — that eclectic group of bar coworkers whom I can’t help but love for their individual quirks, stories, and there-IS-no-such-thing-as-sexual-harassment-when-you-work-in-a-restaurant attitudes. And that last part is true. Except when it’s not. And unless you’ve never worked in a bar/restaurant, you know exactly what I’m talking about.
There’s the old work people — you know, that “real” job I had back before I flipped my sh*t and decided that a 2 month trip to Costa Rica and a savory bar stint were far better alternatives to a gray cubicle and a steady paycheck. My old work people are awesome, too. (I’m nothing if not consistently fortunate in finding fantastic people with whom to bitch about work.)
And also a plethora or other old, old work people. It’s kind of ridiculous how many jobs I’ve held.
My family — immediate, extended, and those through marriage. With divorces and marriages and relocations, I’d say my family makes up several different pods. Even the members of my immediate family — mom, dad, sister, brother — each live in a different state. But those are the people who, while they’re less familiar than my current coworkers with the person I am today, will always remember who I was back when I had braces and wore scrunchies and bought my first training bra. They knew me before I was… me.
And my college friends, from 2 different colleges. I still keep in touch with many. The first set knew me when I was trying to “find myself” and was full of hope, ambition, and Everclear. The second set knew me as the non-traditional older student — the studious one who preferred wine over Everclear and was there for the degree, more than anything else.
My Costa Rica people. Only for a little while, they were mine. I won’t forget them.
High school friends.
High school job friends.
Friends of friends.
And each set — each pod — sees me a little differently. I’m still me — always me. But the context changes from person to person, place to place.
I can’t decide which view of myself — from various pod perspectives — I like best.
Do you have all these pods, or am I alone here? Do yours blend together or stay fairly separate? I’ll admit it weirds me out when people from polar pods overlap — work with family, past with present. I worry that they’ll catch on to the fact that I’m not always the same, and I might have to choose which person I want to be.
And that just seems so… permanent.
It’s 4:16 a.m. and I can’t remember why I started writing this post. Anyway. I hope I made a point.