Facebook, MySpace, and other means of keeping up
Date: Oct 23rd, 2007 6:26:13 pm - Subscribe
Mood: philosophical
I have been on My Space for some time. I don't use it all that much. It's kind of dull, and I don't really want to spend the time farting around with it when I could be thinking of things to write that might be clever, informative or at least not embarrassingly stupid.
At the behest of some of my more wired, more technically-minded, and addicted to internet networking friends, I have joined Facebook. Thus far it has proved a bit more interesting than mySpace.
But they also make me sad. I can catch up on what people I love and have lost touch with without actual contact. (yeah, like bloggers dig personal contact). In some ways it is nice because I do care. Deeply. The thing that is hard is that in some cases there has been a rift and I am just not sure how to bridge that gap. Our lives have taken such different turns. When too much time and distance lie between friends, does the friendship end? God, and anyone else who knows me, knows that my affection does not wax and wane. That my friendship and loyalty are fierce things. But what happens when there is little to talk about? When the art of conversation dies and the tension brought on by different choices is too much for one side or the other to bear?
I was looking at the profile of a former roommate on Facebook. My heart hurts when I think about how tense our relationship was as I was preparing to move on to the next phase of my life. We had both had to make some difficult decisions. Decisions that created distance between us. A schism that has become a chasm, that has become the Grand freakin' Canyon. Do I regret the decision to leave that place? No. Does she regret her decision to stay? I have no idea. Will I miss my friend? Till the day I die. Does she miss me? I don't know. I like to think she does.
I have many memories of faces, times and places that cause me sadness. I have many that bring me joy. Often they are the same memories.
I hope my friend's child, whom I have never met, grows to be a happy, healthy, strong man. Like his father and mother. I hope their marriage is happy and blessed, and long.
I may not be a part of their lives anymore, but they will always be a part of mine. And I am grateful.
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