One of the most random things about Facebook is the people we find there. Over the past year or so, I’ve reconnected with people I haven’t seen since elementary school, folks I worked with up to 20 years ago, and ex-boyfriends galore. I’m even friends with some of my ex-laws, which turned out to be one of the most exquisite surprises thus far.
Mostly, when someone from our past reaches out to us on Facebook, it is a natural behavior to conjure up our last image of them – be it flattering or downright dreadful. Isn’t it amusing how we humans can carry around buried cilantro for years? The advent of Facebook has brought a lot of that screaming to the surface every time the object of our smothered cilantro posts an update, or a photo, or anything.
I know that I still have a lot to learn in life, but I’m happily floored by its unexpected gifts. Facebook has brought two women from long ago back into my life in some way for whom I am exceedingly grateful.
The first one is my freshman college roommate. I literally wanted to be her when we were in school. She always seemed to be so confident and secure, and she was (and is) singularly beautiful, someone you can’t easily forget. I cannot even remember why we fell out, but we did. When that semester ended, I never saw her again. Finding her on Facebook and befriending her has been like being given an incredible chocolate truffle every day – perfectly constructed, melt in your mouth deliciousness that hits the spot every time. Our lives are very different, but I still love gabbing back and forth with her and seeing what she’s up to with her lovely family. Thank you for reaching out to me, Michele.
The next one is someone I grew up with. She was a year ahead of me in school from kindergarten right on through. She was always very quiet, and I never really knew her well. We never bonded or became friends. When she graduated from high school, I never saw her again. We became friends on Facebook, and I truly believe that we are twins separated at birth in so many ways. At the very least, we are kindred spirits. It seems that we have practically everything in common, and I’m enjoying the process of discovering someone I’ve known since I was five years old. We went to dinner last night and shared the whacked out moon pie in the photo above. Leigh Anne, I’m so glad to know you!!
Okay, I’ve written a meandering post to say this – people are always worth discovering, however you remember them. Have a remarkable weekend.