F is for Facebook and Friends

Okay, I admit it.  I’m a bit of a hermit when I’m not at work.  I like to stay home alone and have quiet, me time.  Since I don’t watch TV, finding it to be a huge waste of time, I spend time, far too much time, on the computer.  My friends enjoy teasing me, alleging that I frequent chat rooms and use my web cam for purposes that would never occur to me, but they are wrong.  Aside from building my website and blogging (and rather than the above alleged activities), I read the news, check Facebook seeking old friends and communicating with long lost relatives, do my banking, IM with family and friends and co-workers, shop till I drop, and Tweet just for amusement.  I work retail.  I love people, really I do, but I get enough face time at work so home is my haven of tranquility.  But I digress, my topic is Facebook and Friends.

This past May, I had the great privilege to reconnect with a young man I knew in college.  Oops, he’s not young anymore, but then neither am I .  He should have and me back then while he had the chance, but he was too shy and too much into his studies to have his mind distracted by a girl and I was in my own confused space.  If I had known how much guff his dorm mates had given him over his affectionate feelings toward me and our date, I might have turned the tables on him and embarrassed him by really giving them something to talk about.  Hee hee.  But that is ancient history.   Today he is in Malaysia, halfway across the world, and I am in Arizona.  Nonetheless, thanks to Facebook we chat almost every day on Windows Live Messenger just as if we had never lost touch at all and I would feel lost without his friendship in my life.  Thanks for looking me up, Philip.

Yesterday, again thanks to Facebook, I met up with my best friend from junior high, Peggy.  For several years, she and I were inseparable, joined at the hip, until our lives took their different turns, some for the worse, some for the better.  My family moved across town and changed churches and I left her and a once in a lifetime friendship behind me.  She is living in Illinois now, single, with her two pups (as she calls them) and I am a single mother of a large white rabbit named Bubbles.  Still, when we got together after all these (more than 30) years, it was as if we had never been separated, so much to talk about, so much in common.  We are already talking about me making a trip out to Illinois to visit and the possibility of her moving back to Tucson.  I hope we stay connected.  I do not want to lose her twice.  I’m so glad you took the time to find me, Peg.

So, do I spend too much time on the computer?  Um, yes!  Is it worth it?  Um, Absolutely!