Okay, so I am on Facebook. There is my face, looming large. And my list of friends, some of whom I barely know. One of the ones that I barely know, I wrote a review of her book. the review has garnered 831 views so that's cool, the helpful community thing. One person even bought the book through my page so I earned a $.75 commission!
I received a 'friend' request from some guy I may or may not have been in high school with who was all about closet organization. Dweeb. I am so totally not into organized closets. Hit the ignore button!
After connecting up with people from the 3rd grade, and several actual friends and relatives, I decided to take a walk down memory lane. My brother-in-law, Rand told me that he found Ginny W_ on Facebook, but he did not 'friend' her.
"Oh my God!" I remembered Ginny W_! she was one of those girls in the old photographs that my kids want to know who she was. We didn't really like her and she didn't really like us but we hung out because my mother said we should be friends (in 1967) so it was cool.
So, I located her on the Face Place. Rand said that she lived in town and when her face popped up, I knew, despite not having seen her for 43 years, that it was she. Same owlish face, which after 43 years made her look interesting and intelligent.
I friended her. And waited. I even left her a message in case she did not know who I was. I reminded her of the beach and my sister, and my friend Leola, and the boyfriend that I eventually married.
She dismissed my overture of Facebook friendship. Our shared past obviously meant nothing to her. Or, maybe it did. Maybe she peered down her owlish beak and said:
"Oh, her! I never really like her or the other ones either. They were weird. She must be desperate. Loser." And promptly hit 'ignore.'
I have been summarily dismissed. But, that's okay. I never really liked her anyway. Bitch.
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