Then I got a friend request...and life as I knew it came to a screeching halt as I realized the true purpose of Facebook. In the months since my epiphany, I've become friends with quite a few people. Of course, there are the friends I talk to or e-mail on a daily basis. There's my sister who I see as often as possible, and whose business I know inside and out. But then there are those with whom I've lost touch over the years - people I've thought about from time to time. So here's a sample of my list of new-old friends:
- A former superviser with whom things ended badly when I resigned from my job.
- My high school crush for all four years.
- Two friends I've known since kindergarten.
- The girl that lived across the street from me when we were kids (we used to play Twister on my parents' driveway).
- The first boy I ever kissed
- My best friend in high school who went out with me the night we got our drivers' licenses.
- My absolutely adorable cousin who I rarely see.
- A dear friend from graduate school who suffered through stats class with me.
- An ex-boyfriend.
- My brother-in-law...and his sister!
The funny thing is that there are a ton of people I would "friend" but don't because I think they would never remember me. That's the weird thing about Facebook - it transports me back to those awkward days in high school when I couldn't look a guy in the eyes because I just knew he could tell I liked him. I was so afraid of being rejected that I never did anything about my crushes. And now, at the ripe old age of 36, I feel the same about being Facebook friends with these same people - will they remember me? Will they just accept my friendship because they feel obligated, or because they want to increase their number of Facebook friends? I'm seriously in my mid-30's and am thinking like a teenager. Sad but true.
And another thing...Patrick joined Facebook on Sunday night. I asked him to be my friend and he has yet to accept. Should I be worried???