Well, we've discussed that as shy as I am, I'm still more of a social butterfly - except that's still too bright and fluttery. Maybe a social moth?
(Speaking of which, I guess I'll be running around Katsu with my camera on Saturday.)
It's funny, the first time I ran into one of my old tormentors - it was when the Young Lady started grade school at our old school - I was astonished, because she was really really glad to see me. Not as much as a close friend that you've run into accidentally at an unexpected place, but certainly more than someone you know but don't really interact with at work. I spent a few days brooding over the fact that she seemed to have forgotten making my life hell when we were 9-10 yrs old, but it wasn't that hard to let go. She was a stupid little girl back then, probably with a hard-charging suburban mom at home, running every detail of her life, and it was more than 25 years previously. And now she was someone who had a big smile on her face for me every time we met, and she was working to make our kids' school better (she was a big PTA macher).
Ann Landers (yeah, I know ... ) once said “Hanging onto resentment is letting someone you despise live rent-free in your head.” It does tend to play out that way, for me.
Anyway, I'm not pitching Facebook to anyone. It's helping satisfy my frequent "Gee, I wonder what happened to so-and-so?" moments, but I also get stuck on there, wasting time. It's like social junk food - it fools your appetite for a moment, making you think you're being nourished, but it's all empty calories, so you have to take more - and more - and more.
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Date: 2009-02-12 12:20 pm (UTC)Well, we've discussed that as shy as I am, I'm still more of a social butterfly - except that's still too bright and fluttery. Maybe a social moth?
(Speaking of which, I guess I'll be running around Katsu with my camera on Saturday.)
It's funny, the first time I ran into one of my old tormentors - it was when the Young Lady started grade school at our old school - I was astonished, because she was really really glad to see me. Not as much as a close friend that you've run into accidentally at an unexpected place, but certainly more than someone you know but don't really interact with at work. I spent a few days brooding over the fact that she seemed to have forgotten making my life hell when we were 9-10 yrs old, but it wasn't that hard to let go. She was a stupid little girl back then, probably with a hard-charging suburban mom at home, running every detail of her life, and it was more than 25 years previously. And now she was someone who had a big smile on her face for me every time we met, and she was working to make our kids' school better (she was a big PTA macher).
Ann Landers (yeah, I know ... ) once said “Hanging onto resentment is letting someone you despise live rent-free in your head.” It does tend to play out that way, for me.
Anyway, I'm not pitching Facebook to anyone. It's helping satisfy my frequent "Gee, I wonder what happened to so-and-so?" moments, but I also get stuck on there, wasting time. It's like social junk food - it fools your appetite for a moment, making you think you're being nourished, but it's all empty calories, so you have to take more - and more - and more.