Ah, Facebook. I resisted for months. I mean, I'm pushing 40 for crying out loud. And honestly, do I really need another time sucker on the internet? But peer pressure finally got the best of me and I joined.
Yikes. The walk down memory lane has been a bit unsettling. I mean, shouldn't the past be left in the past? Don't get me wrong, it's been nice to reconnect with some old friends. But what's with the people you haven't seen in 20 years all of a sudden coming out of the woodwork?
Just because we sat next to each other in Chemistry in 10th grade doesn't mean I want to be "friends" with you now. And I could do without seeing a picture of my douchebag ex-boyfriend from high school in the People You May Know section. Ditto for the old roommate who turned out to be an uber bitch from hell and left me licking my wounds after the demise of our friendship. All of this just stirs up all the negative feelings I had finally managed to bury after years of cookie dough and chardonnay.
Seeing old friends can be great. But it can also suck. Because let's face it, old hurts don't really die. And now, thanks to the genius of good old Facebook, I'm picking the scab again. It's like being in high school all over again. Only now I'm carrying an extra 20 lbs and the beginnings of crow's feet.
But hey, at least now I don't need a fake ID to buy chardonnay.
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