I have recently joined Facebook. A-whole-nother world it is, eh? (and who besides me thinks that a-whole-nother should be a word?). I've been feeling old enough lately what with being called ma'am and having a wrinkly forehead and reading a piece about how the young people are breaking up with each other through blogs and text messages and such. (Back in my day we just had our friends do it or made out with the new person in front of the old person. What about the time honored "I'll call you" lie? Hello? If it ain't broke, don't fix it, hear me? And then we walked home in four feet of snow with no shoes, okay?)
Speaking of high school--and Facebook--it seems my high school has quite the Facebook presence. Lest you think I am popular or anything, well..just don't. I went to a great high school. Nice bunch of folks, great school spirit, great parents who always had purses full of bandaids and Tastykakes. I loved high school. I loved my friends, and the ones that I want to be in touch with, I am. Most of the rest, I wish all kinds of good things for as we go our separate paths in life. Remember the football game? The play? Remember how you broke up with me by telling my friend? Wasn't that awesome?
And now, people I never thought for a minute I would keep in touch with, I know that they are excited for so-and-so's wedding right this minute or are hungover 11 hours ago or whatever. Not that I don't appreciate all my new Facebook Friends, but (don't ever say but! It cancels out the words before it!) I'm still adjusting to re-entering all this adolescent love.
I'm especially perplexed about what to do about friend requests from people who I didn't know well at all even then. Do I accept for the sake of the whole group? Ignore and appear unFriendly? I'm regressing. Obsessing. Kind of fun, if I'm honest. I'm about ready to write some notes, fold them in vintage 1986 paper-football style, and go hang out in study hall.