I now have 197 Facebook friends.
My husband has 661.
But I so totally don’t care because MY friends are people I really know and cherish. Well, except for the ones I don’t really remember. Or know. Or cherish.
Like this guy Steve who friended me recently. We have many mutual friends from graduate school so we obviously knew each other at one point. Except now I have no memory of him. Nothing.
So I immediately confirm him as a friend. I don’t want to insult the guy. Maybe we were close and I’m having some kind of unexplainable, Facebook induced, memory loss.
And then he sends me a Facebook message about everything going on with him… his wife, his child, his job. And I respond, all super jazzed about all the awesome things happening in his life.
And I give him a brief update on me, which is sort of weird because I’m not sure how close we actually are.
So I leave out stuff like how I’m still watching the new 90210 despite the fact that the show is really giving short shrift to the Peach Pit.
And how it totally irks me that somehow Luke Perry can’t find time in his schedule to reprise his role as Dylan. I mean, is Luke Perry really THAT busy?! I haven’t seen that guy since I rolled up my high–wasted, acid washed jean shorts and thought I looked cool.
Clearly, without the miracle of Facebook, Steve and I would have tragically lived our whole lives without ever reconnecting again.
I also recently received a Facebook invite that read, “Please consider joining our law firm’s Group on Facebook.” The invite comes from a sorority sister’s ex-college boyfriend. I haven’t talked to my fellow Pi Phi in years and the last time I saw this frat-boy-turned-attorney was 1992.
Still, it’s super sweet of him to include me in this rockin’ new legal group. I wonder if the law firm of Baker, Tuddleston and Mock has a softball team, because I could totally play shortstop.
And pre-Facebook, one could easily wear the same super adorable outfit to a myriad of events without ever feeling self conscious.
But now, if I just happen to wear the very same silk top to my high school reunion (I’m on the far right)…
AND my Clinton-Gore staff reunion….
I will inevitably be tagged in photos, highlighting my obviously recycled outfit.
Facebook Status Update: Kelcey is… going to give that top a rest.