You know, we may be the only generation that as a whole is allowed to forget their terrible, terrific, frightening and fabulous childhood and teen extravagance, only to have everything thrown back in our face in our early middle age by social networking connections. There's a reason we forgot about C. Whatsername (she frightened us) and K. Whosywhatsit (how appallingly mean/self-centered we were). And now there is a reason that we dream of our childhood archetypes again. In the end, is it worth the present-moment-connectedness to also have to endure connecting whatever we've become with whatever we've been?
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Holy Sheize, Cati. What a lovely way to say what I've been thinking for the past two weeks. Some really stupid f ing pictures of me have appeared on facebook (now don't you go looking for them...) and also some that have put me in touch with my entire 3rd grade gifted class, who I love with a love as deep as for family, though maybe less wide. And I pondered the mean thing out loud to someone, but I named names like an idiot, and with facebook being all fabulously interconnected, you can see where that went. My favorite part about this is how you put it to music in your post. I think I've done a longer job here, and it's just a comment. lOve you.
I'm scared of facebook. I imagine there's a healthy way to use it, but I'm too lazy/smug to figure it out.
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