We lived in the same town, and I have NO idea when we met. Grade school? Maybe? But we weren't in the same grade -- you were a face I recognized, and a simple "yes" click. Although schadenfreude tempts me to stick around to see your post about being robbed -- you post a photo every time you get a new diamond, home appliance, or gigantic stack of wrapped gifts for your son for Presidents' Day -- the lack of caution and forethought in your posts make me wonder how careful you are with other sensitive information. So... since we're not really friends, and I don't *really* understand the ins and outs of privacy settings, I'll release you back into the wild.
Two more: Husband's fraternity brothers. One I met, *once*, ten years ago, at a party, in a costume (so I wouldn't actually recognize you on the street) when I'd been drinking. I'm sure you're a good guy. I'm also sure that you haven't deleted ME simply because you don't want to disrespect your buddy's wife. I'll reach you through his account if I ever come up with something interesting to say.
The other I've met, even hung out with a few times, crashed on your couch, you came to our wedding... but haven't typed a single character in the three years we've been connected on Facebook. So. There ya go.
And, one more, just to bring it down to a nice, round 220: Another classmate of my brother's, another familiar stranger. One who posts the inspirational Word of God on a regular basis (not that there's anything wrong with that being a part of your personal belief system, but proselytizing via intertoobs rubs me the wrong way). Add to that the kitten posters (Hang in There, Baby!) and yeah... these aren't meaningful interactions.
Getting down there -- SO close to being down to 200. Wish I weren't so OCD that I feel the need to memorialize every deletion.... :)
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Meh.
I have SO fallen off the earth with this blog. Too much going on. Anyway, a few quick send-off tributes:
Guy I went to high school with, who I'd known since kindergarten, when we took swimming lessons together. In fact, I think those swimming lessons MAY have been the last time we hung out! Married another schoolmate, had a kid plus *twins,* and I enjoyed pics of said twins. Updates about every sporting event on television, not so much. Especially soccer.
Chick that was a senior and cheerleader when I was a freshman. Is now selling Amway, or the GNC equivalent of Amway, and needs the support of her network to make it big! and retire before age 40! Best of luck with that. I don't need a weight-loss wrap that shows results in only 45 minutes. But thank you anyway.
Kid brother of an elementary school friend (and friend of my kid brother) who was super-supportive during St. Baldricks... BUT can't excuse the nastiness that spews out of him on semi-regular basis. All sunshine and light until he erupts with some first-rate Tourette's-style stream of consciousness hatred for the black people who live in his neighborhood, and apparently steal all of his stuff. Maybe they're targeting you. Maybe it's because you come off as an asshole with these rants. With so much anger, I just can't trust you with my personal info. A little too unhinged, dude.
Another kid-bro of a school friend... no interaction beyond that, unless I bump into you in my college town (where you ended up, after I'd left). That'd be sweet. But unlikely. And you don't seem the type to hold an un-friending against me.
And finally... I just don't like you. I've kept you around, because we live in the same city. But we've not bumped into each other, oh, EVER. I find myself cringing at your every post, because you are JUST. SO. HIPSTER. It's almost as if every time someone posts an article about what local people *might* be "doing," you go out and do exactly that. It's your life, so live it, but I can't help rolling my eyes at it. And that's no basis for a friendship. Even a pretend Facebook friendship. So go on with your plastic-80s-sunglasses, homeschooling, urban-chicken-cooping, farmers-marketing (and the list goes on) bad self.
Until next time, or next year, whichever comes first....
Guy I went to high school with, who I'd known since kindergarten, when we took swimming lessons together. In fact, I think those swimming lessons MAY have been the last time we hung out! Married another schoolmate, had a kid plus *twins,* and I enjoyed pics of said twins. Updates about every sporting event on television, not so much. Especially soccer.
Chick that was a senior and cheerleader when I was a freshman. Is now selling Amway, or the GNC equivalent of Amway, and needs the support of her network to make it big! and retire before age 40! Best of luck with that. I don't need a weight-loss wrap that shows results in only 45 minutes. But thank you anyway.
Kid brother of an elementary school friend (and friend of my kid brother) who was super-supportive during St. Baldricks... BUT can't excuse the nastiness that spews out of him on semi-regular basis. All sunshine and light until he erupts with some first-rate Tourette's-style stream of consciousness hatred for the black people who live in his neighborhood, and apparently steal all of his stuff. Maybe they're targeting you. Maybe it's because you come off as an asshole with these rants. With so much anger, I just can't trust you with my personal info. A little too unhinged, dude.
Another kid-bro of a school friend... no interaction beyond that, unless I bump into you in my college town (where you ended up, after I'd left). That'd be sweet. But unlikely. And you don't seem the type to hold an un-friending against me.
And finally... I just don't like you. I've kept you around, because we live in the same city. But we've not bumped into each other, oh, EVER. I find myself cringing at your every post, because you are JUST. SO. HIPSTER. It's almost as if every time someone posts an article about what local people *might* be "doing," you go out and do exactly that. It's your life, so live it, but I can't help rolling my eyes at it. And that's no basis for a friendship. Even a pretend Facebook friendship. So go on with your plastic-80s-sunglasses, homeschooling, urban-chicken-cooping, farmers-marketing (and the list goes on) bad self.
Until next time, or next year, whichever comes first....
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