See You on Facebook

Posted: 18 September 2008 in Charlottesville, observations, other folks, protected

Phew.  I feel like that’s the best thing to say.  I haven’t unpacked everything, but D. has finally moved in, the dog has stopped insisting that I put him in the car, I’ve learned a few neighbor’s names.  Better still, I know how to get to work on time and how to be late, which grocery stores have the scary clerks and which gas stations have cheap(er) gas.  Best?  I still love my new job and really like living in Charlottesville.  Apparently, it just took two months for me to relax enough to say so.

Facebook is a funny thing.  I’m on it, you can see me there.  Lots of other people can too, and, for the most part, I don’t mind being seen.  I have a friend who skitters away from Facebook every time it’s mentioned.  Gah! she moans, if I were on there people could…shiver…find me!  Well, yes.  People can.  They find you and they look at you.  I don’t know what they’re thinking.  Probably nice things, like, oh!  He got married!  Or, she was so friendly!  I hope they aren’t thinking things like, wow, the years didn’t treat her well.  Or, hoo boy, he could lay off those doughnuts!  For myself, I don’t tack a lot of pictures up, partly because I don’t want you thinking nasty things (yes, my thought police application has been filed and duly processed) and partly because that’s dedication I just don’t have.  You want to look at me?  Here’s a photo.  Cheese.  I can’t get around to sending my own sister email, I’m probably not going to keep up on the profile pics.

But back to the finding.  I admit to a certain degree of curiosity about people I used to know.  I have fine stalking skills (I am a librarian, after all) but, for the most part, I’m content to let people find me.  I’ve even established a friending policy: do I know you?  You’re in.  If I don’t know you, are you the spouse (without exception, the wife) of a person I do know and am friends with?  You’re in.  I’m married to a jealous person, I understand it.  It gets murky when I don’t remember you.  Should I friend you just because we went to high school together and graduated in the same year?  I usually default to probably, given that I have a notoriously foggy memory when it comes to high school.  This doesn’t prevent a sort of nervous surprise when I get friend requests from people I used to know.  I mean, there’s a reason we aren’t exchanging pithy emails and reminiscing about the old days.

Do you have skeletons?  If you’re on Facebook, they’ll find you. Mine have.
Protected, to save your eyes.

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Comments
  1. Tif says:

    Haha…Facebook has brought those skeletons forward! Sometimes I catch myself thinking about past mishaps and I have to shake my head. The Drama!

    See, I am wincing now. Change topic! 🙂

  2. linaria says:

    [late, as usual;]

    You know I am opening a new tab AS I WRITE THIS to look for you on Facebook? Well, maybe. Probably. Not really.

    Among internet geeks, I waited quite a while to get a Facebook account. It seemed silly and I still think it is. But I’m glad it helped my long-lost pen pal from when I was 15 find me, and so I guess it’s worth something. Maybe. Probably. Eh, not really.

  3. backlist says:

    admit it, we’re getting closer and closer to peeping toms 😉

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