Curse of Facebook

I am now friending my mothers friends on Facebook.

I have moved on from the people I found from high school, and second cousins, the natural progression is to your parents associations.

My mother refuses to be part of it, and there is a part of me that wished I was not sucked in.

I mean, if we haven't spoken for twenty years maybe its for a good reason.   Just when I had decided my life was better without a variety of loose associations, but instead a few trusted solid friends, I "reconnect" with "Lisa" who shared a locker with me for two weeks in the fall of our sophomore year.

"We haven't seen each other since 1980, but it is terrific to 'reconnect' with you on facebook..."

Really, did I leave a void in your life-?-because in all honesty- I have no clue who the fuck you are.

There are those I have made contact with who I was sincerely and honestly thankful for the opportunity- and if you are reading this blog and are one of my facebook friends I am certain you fall within this category.

But then there are those like- and this is not her real name- 'Donna', who hated and made fun of you in high school...fast foward 25 years and you get an e-mail alerting you 'Donna' now wants to be your facebook friend...but she really still hates you- she just wants to see if your fat, or have to wear a uniform to work.  'Donna' has no interest in your well being, its all about the hope your shopping at the plus sized section at Walmart and getting your Cheerios from WIC.

And after 5-6 trys she gets you to bite, and you accept her because you think enough time has really gone by to hold a high school grudge, but your wrong...don't let go of the hate  you had for people in high school or risk of absolute and complete exploitation.

Then one day 'Donna' comments on a picture of you in a cheerleading skirt in high school-

"Healthy thighs..."

And you want to slit her throat, but at the same time your mad at your self because you allowed yourself to let the hate go...

Facebook is ultimately the reason I am making a conscious effort to maintain my ancient hatred(s) and resentment(s) .

Thats why I have decided for me its better to let it fester and manifest disease inside my gut than to allow someone I have hated for 25 years see a picture of me on vacation is Des Moines.