So many of us have Facebook woven in to our lives. I don't necessarily think that's a bad thing. But it's interesting to think about. So many people have come and gone, for better and for worse.
I've made new friends, found old friends, and been able to keep in touch with both.
There are people I'm not friends with anymore, for many a reason--many neutral and neither good nor bad, but they'll still appear. Kind of annoying since it tends to brings up memories of things I'd just as soon keep where they were.
Without Facebook I wouldn't know where half my family was and they wouldn't know where I was and I would have lost track of all kinds of people along the way.
The good and bad is that it's hard to escape but it's hard to get lost. I lost track of my oldest friend for years until I tracked her down on Facebook. I've also got lots of "Friends" now, as many of us do. I'm ok with keeping up with the lives of people I'm not as close to as others. Nothing wrong there. It's social media. That's social.
When you have to decide who is "important" enough to invite to a wedding this Face-machine brings up all kinds of questions about who your friends are and what the boundaries are. (Like will they understand if not getting an invite is nothing personal or will that be un-friend worthy?)
Right now the bottom line I've come up with is: In 20 years will the people in my wedding photos still be in my life? Some of them will, some of them won't. And family...well most of them aren't in my life often now so I assume that'll always be the same. It's less of a worry. Family is family. They can come and go and disappear and whatever and we'll still be family. It's a lucky few who have friends that are truly like family. I've never considered that the best thing about my family is that I don't have to worry about them because we don't really question each other all that much. If we show up to something, if we don't, it doesn't matter. We're used to it and it's not relevant to anything else.
I don't know what the moral of the story is here but it's been a pain in the ass and I wanted to vent it out of me.
The End.
For now.
I've made new friends, found old friends, and been able to keep in touch with both.
There are people I'm not friends with anymore, for many a reason--many neutral and neither good nor bad, but they'll still appear. Kind of annoying since it tends to brings up memories of things I'd just as soon keep where they were.
Without Facebook I wouldn't know where half my family was and they wouldn't know where I was and I would have lost track of all kinds of people along the way.
The good and bad is that it's hard to escape but it's hard to get lost. I lost track of my oldest friend for years until I tracked her down on Facebook. I've also got lots of "Friends" now, as many of us do. I'm ok with keeping up with the lives of people I'm not as close to as others. Nothing wrong there. It's social media. That's social.
When you have to decide who is "important" enough to invite to a wedding this Face-machine brings up all kinds of questions about who your friends are and what the boundaries are. (Like will they understand if not getting an invite is nothing personal or will that be un-friend worthy?)
Right now the bottom line I've come up with is: In 20 years will the people in my wedding photos still be in my life? Some of them will, some of them won't. And family...well most of them aren't in my life often now so I assume that'll always be the same. It's less of a worry. Family is family. They can come and go and disappear and whatever and we'll still be family. It's a lucky few who have friends that are truly like family. I've never considered that the best thing about my family is that I don't have to worry about them because we don't really question each other all that much. If we show up to something, if we don't, it doesn't matter. We're used to it and it's not relevant to anything else.
I don't know what the moral of the story is here but it's been a pain in the ass and I wanted to vent it out of me.
The End.
For now.
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