... and "friend" even those who hardly know us!
For the second time in recent weeks, I received one of those "this is a voice from your past" sorts of email messages. The first one which I got several weeks ago was from a former teacher - the guy who was my high school choir director when I was a junior in high school. Fun! We shared a brief email exchange and he promised to call next time he's in town so we can get together.
The second one came in the form of a Facebook invitation yesterday morning. This one was from a former college roomate who was an exchange student from Denmark - a delightful woman I've wondered about from time to time over the years. Well, the only way I could make contact was to set up a Facebook account - something I have really avoided doing if for no other reason than it's just so trendy. I have enough online forums to keep up with without adding another - but I really wanted to find out how my old roomate is doing after these 25 or so years. So I went ahead and signed up.
So when I signed up for the account, the first thing Facebook did was go through my email address book and identify everyone there who also has a Facebook account - and it also identified alot of other people I didn't know who weren't in my address book. So first I sent a reply to my old college roomate, and then because the program had listed a whole bunch of people I'd never seen as my "friends" I started deleting the links to the pages of those I don't know.
Somehow in my haste to save the page so I could get ready to go to work, I managed to send an invitation to all those that I did know to be my Facebook "Friend." The page popped up right away, letting me know that my invitation to be a Facebook friend had been sent to - well, a whole boatload of people.
"Oh (insert explative! here)," I thought.
Then I quickly tried to remember who was on that list. Let's see:
Some in-laws: oh well, since you can't pick your family maybe they'll be flattered at being picked to be a friend.
My boss: well, he's a friend, I guess - we've been to parties together. I've been to his house and he's been to ours. He might come in to the office and tell me he'd rather be my boss than my friend, but regardless, he's sort of stuck with me, either way. I can explain what happened, though it may throw into question my administrative acumen ...
A couple of former co-workers/former vicars from the church where I work: Actually it might be kinda nice to keep up with them ...
My godmother: she's sorta stuck with me, too - but there's something strange about the implication that we need a Facebook friendship to stay in touch - I see her almost every week ...
A couple of people from church who sent recipes to me for our church cookbook ... well, they might as well be my Facebook friends, too. Why not? No harm done there, I don't think.
Then it came to mind that at least a couple of people - cyber-acquaintances with whom I have exchanged maybe one or two email messages - they might get a little squirmy about receiving my invitation - I know I would. At least two of these cyber-acquaintances are only casual visitors to this blog. So if you got one of these invitations from me (at least one of you accepted my invitation, which was sorta sweet, really) and it sort of skeeves you out, please know that my invitations were sent by mistake.
So now I'm on Facebook, where friendships are established - and verified - with the simple click of a mouse button. Wow.
All this to make contact with a former college roomate. She'd better write ... or I'll go and write something unseemly on her wall.