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Yesterday I heard from my oldest friend whom I love so much that I named my eldest son after him. But he didn't contact me on Facebook. He called me. This is the man that graduated Valedictorian and graduated from Vanderbilt University Law School. The guy who, when he told me he was going to Vanderbilt, I said, "OMG! I LOVE their jeans!" Yeah... I know. I am shocked, too that I didn't receive a scholastic scholarship. But who had a Facebook? Not him. Now who is the cool smart one?
We grew up together, our parents being great friends. We both had red hair and people always thought we were brother and sister. And at 7 years old, we discovered we both had a mole on our right forearm in the same exact place and decided we really WERE related and separated at birth. I was the crazy loud mouth social butterfly and he was the smart laid back one that never went partying with us because he was always home doing something mundane like studying.
Facebook allows me to keep tabs on what everyone is doing, and, because I am a nosey sort, I totally love that about it. I can write messages to certain friends for the entire world to read, or I can send a more personal note that only that person can see. So in other words, I can still talk about people and no one gets their feelings hurt. Just kidding. Kinda.
Facebook is generational. I got my mom signed up on my last visit and she is able to keep up with all her friends. I now can keep up with her and her buddies. I get to see what my big kids and their friends are doing as well. God knows I am always the last one to know what my out of town family is into. I can see what they wore to the latest party, what the beverage of choice was, and whose face they were pretending to lick from their pictures they so proudly display. Mom, really, your beer bong shot was not pretty. hee hee
Facebook allows ALL of our classmates to plan that 25th high school reunion and leave no one out. We don't have to worry about finding addresses or phone numbers. We can all make suggestions and people can give their input. It's really a beautiful thing.
Facebook, you have allowed me to remember times I had long forgotten and laugh all over again. Thank you, Facebook, for making it easy to reconnect and reminisce. Today I bow to you and your ability to never let me forget that I wet all over myself and the floor as Carla launched herself onto the velcro wall and hung upside down, unable to get down. Or that at a party long ago I called a guy by the wrong name when I drunkenly told him I loved him. Thank you for reminding me that I should never drink in public and that the ability to dance like a Solid Gold Dancer exists only in my head and is really not pretty.
So if you have never joined the cult and become a Facebooker, I encourage you to do so. It is easy breezey and so much fun. Join Deb and Jay and read other tributes today. You won't be sorry.