Does this ever happen to anyone else? And does anyone else just hate Facebook because of it? There are people–none of whom would ever read this blog, I imagine, who are relics of my past. A past in which I did embarrassing things or behaved in a way that I’d just as soon forget about.
And they’re on Facebook and I see them from time to time because they’re friends of friends. And I just wish I could go back to pretending that they didn’t exist or existed on a planet separate from mine. Because they are like these mirrors reflecting my worst self.
That’s the reason my 5 FB friends are family members. It’s not the people, but the memories of who I was at that time.
Thanks for putting a finger on something that has unsettled me for a while.
i’ve gotten a number of apologies from people from my past for who they were (equate, how they acted) to me or just in general. my response is pretty much the same “we were all young and stupid. water under the bridge. so how are you today?”