So, it's been a while. Not much has happened, I've been working, Paul's been working, Piper's even been working (the heat and the large light near our door have been encouraging various bugs to try their luck indoors).
Now that everyone's all caught up, let's move on to the main topic of discussion: The Second Great Facebook Dilemma. When I signed up for Facebook, I knew the day would come: the day when I would have to reject people as friends. I also worried there would be a day where I wanted to stop being friends with someone. And now the day has come. But that's not what triggered the Second Great Facebook Dilemma. I was prepared for that eventuality. I adulted up and hit "ignore." I'm sorry if anyone's feelings were hurt, but I will likely never see them again so the decision was relatively guilt-free. No, what triggered it was learning that some people who I was once good friends with are loon-tastic in one way or another. Well, loony friends and having old Sunday school teachers wish to befriend me. Of course I want to be friends, person I knew for one year when I was thirteen! Inevitably, I find myself thinking, "We came from roughly the same environment. How did you come to believe such crack-smoking libertarian things? or When did you become a street-corner evangelist?" In fairness, if I ever wrote about my political views or religious opinions, they'd probably be asking themselves how/when I became such a godless commie. No one stays the same forever; I suppose some we'll work things out (agree to disagree and continue on our merry way)and others and I will go our separate ways. There's no shame in that. Still, I wish I had set up two accounts: one for current friends or people that I've know for so very long that they could turn out to be axe murderers and I'd still talk to them and one for random acquaintances wanting a "where are you now" update.
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Oh just give yourselves time and you'll find yourselves even further apart and still not understanding why or how it happened. ;)
There's a reason why I don't facebook. (Well, many of them.) I can give one email to people I like, and one to people I don't. And I rarely if ever check the one latter account, but they're not insulted because they never get a bounceback.
Kiss the Kitty-Niece for me. Tell her what a good girl she is for taking care of all those bugs, and give her some science diet kitty heroin (it's the stuff in the cans with the gravy...it really is like kitty heroin).
And don't worry about it. It's a part of growing up. Even if you are a godless commun....uh I mean well-educated political opinionist who happens to have slightly different beliefs in certain areas.
Ah I like godless communist better. If you can't be a godless communist in America, where can you be one?
Kiss the nephew for me, and tell him to treat you better and rub your feet. And perhaps make an ice cream run for you.
I think I've done that once. I don't tend to do much with Facebook, though... is that worse than never even signing up? I don't know. I figure those who really want to know the latest adventures of our children (oh, and about how life is going with the parents, I guess) would come to our blog. Which reminds me... I should probably update that again soon... Granted, that hasn't worked out extremely well as my own family is always forgetting to check it but my sister (and even my mom) is quite active on Facebook...
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