To distract myself from the insidious oozing worry of waiting for a new passport I have been poking around various social networking sites. They definitely offer some amusing interludes, though I suspect the main purpose of Facebook is to connect me to people who never missed me anyway. If they were being, hmm, what is the word? Honest.
While that might sound cruel, think about it – I am certainly not hard to find. My internet slug trail is long, wide, and gooey.
And this is not a recent anomaly – I have friendships extending back decades before social networking sites made everyone feel as though they are one click away from intimacy. I keep track of people, stories, files, ephemera.
In fact, I remain amazed at how many people I still know from compulsory alphabetical seating in junior high.