Cynical Musings

[irishredlass]

Awhile back I caved in a got a facebook account.  I don't participate in all of the silliness, but I was tired of getting nagged by everyone I knew. 

The funny thing is now all of these people I barely knew from high school are looking me up "I'm so glad I found you", "I thought of you often over the years", "I hope your life is wonderful" yadda yadda yadda.

I have a hard time believing there is an sincerity in their comments because I was NOT popular in high school... I was an over weight, frizzy haired bookworm who had more friends among the staff than the student body.  So now why are all of these people so glad to realize my existence? I find myself very doubtful that they have changed and I am not about to do their home work for them.

Comments

[beffeysue.livejournal.com]

That's the way it always happens. It must be some craziness that overtakes some folks when they get older and begin to wax nostalgic.

[irishredlass69.livejournal.com]

Well color me unforgiving if one must, but I see no reason to waste my time on people who would not give me the time of day over 20 years ago. Now that I am 1500 miles away does this suddenly make me more interesting or something?

[mundungus42.livejournal.com]

It's a mixed bag, to be sure. I got friended by a girl I haven't seen since eighth grade, and she was basically finding out if my brother, on whom she has a crush, talks about her. Blech. On the other hand, I did get what seemed to be a sincere apology from a girl who was really nasty to me when we were in high school, which was kind of nice. So who knows? Maybe they've grown up, feel bad, and are really wishing you well!

[irishredlass69.livejournal.com]

OMG please tell me that you and your brother are quite young and the girl has not been carrying a torch for decades... that would be more than blech!

The one person from high school (actually from elementary school on) who I really needed to clear the air with... we did via email before all the facebook bull. He was the boy who announced to the entire school during lunch how my father had died. We were only in the 5th grade and it was not a good scene.

[mundungus42.livejournal.com]

According to her, they "reconnected" last fall and "got close." And she's married and has a special needs kid. File under "C" for "Crap I really don't need to know."

Yowch, I'm glad you cleared the air. Talk about traumatic. *hugs you*

[irishredlass69.livejournal.com]

Yes, he and I had a rather difficult adolescence. We went to school together through high school and his father was even my Chemistry teacher, but it was not until this year we put our past to rest. It was very lightening (is the only word I can find). You see, my father committed suicide and that was how I found out as well (4 years after the fact). He would admit he was vicious little s*** and my home life was not the best (obviously). I am very glad that today I actually can count him among my friends after being enemies for almost 30 years.

[apollinav.livejournal.com]

I discovered that after all the friending had been done, there really wasn't much I wanted to say to them, and likewise, not much they wanted to say to me. I check on it occasionally, but that's only because the plant requests and odd 'You've been bought a cocktail' application thingies stack up.

[irishredlass69.livejournal.com]

I agree it is difficult to imagine I would have much in common with any of them. I have maintained a sporadic friendship with one woman whom I have known since 6th grade we went through middle school, high school and even roomed in college before going our separate ways. For me that is enough. I find I have more in common with and true communication with those I have met on LJ *hugs flist*

[apollinav.livejournal.com]

Funny that.

It would seem to me I might communicate more with them if I had the ability to post more than one sentence update at a time. Except, that would mean sharing with those people.

And well, I grew up in Virginia, dearie. We just don't share all that much. It's cuz Virginia may be for lovers, but we're damned judgemental too. Flisters are much better. That, and if I wax poetically about my disgust at not finding anything smutty to read or rant about PWPs that blow my socks off... well, I doubt my Facebook friends (and family) would know what to do. On lj... eh, it ain't nothing new. Or, more than likely, someone would send me a link to an exceptional smutty little thing that was just perfect for my kink-of-the-day.

[irishredlass69.livejournal.com]

Hmm I did not know Virginians were stoic people.

It makes me wonder who are the "real life" friends. The people we see and interact with know nothing of our hobby and our passions. Yet, they have the title "real life" because we have met face to face. That is such a shame. I guess I have to agree with Lariope's icon it reads "I love my computer because my friends live in it"

[apollinav.livejournal.com]

That icon rules.

Perhaps I should explain. I'm from Williamsburg, Virginia. As in the Colonial capitol. I also grew up in 18th Century costume. I have friends who I call by their First and Middle names. And no, there's not much diversity in the town, or much appreciation for diversity.

It makes a great tourist attraction. It's cute, and quaint, and enjoyable to visit. But if you live their long enough you begin to absorb the local mentality and shocked sense of virtue. I recommend visiting only.

[dickgloucester.livejournal.com]

Hear, hear.