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Breathe.
As I've (over-)stated before, I really, really despise FB. For oh, so many reasons, but a new one just came to me, this morning.
Some random classmate sent me a, 'friend request'. The name sounded familiar, in a, 'one of the popular kids'-kind of way, but I just couldn't picture him. At all. Vague impression of dark, 'winged' hair and a beaming smile, and possibly a wine-coloured sweater. I didn't get any immediate distasteful vibe, so I went and looked at his profile.
Still nada, though my first thought was, 'OMG, who's that old man?'
The nerve, I know; but come ON. This was someone's smiling, white-haired Paw-Paw, fer Chrisssakes, in his cheerfully pastel-plaid Chuck Noblet shirt. Looked at his posts and they were conservative - shocking! - but stopped just short of any..you know, aggressive flag-waving..or any overt religiosity, but to be honest, I quit while I was ahead. No need to see Paw-Paw's new boat or the grans.
I accepted the request. Why, not - it's not like I hang out there. No need to be rude. Hope he enjoys my RuPaul profile pic, 'cos he's not going to see how The Freak turned out.
I'm sure he's a very nice person.
But I realized, lol, almost in a panic, that it was all still the same. Not one of us, not one of us - No, you're not one of us..I'm still me - other, alien.
That time, those people - seem like a whole fucking other planet to me, and one very far away.
I cannot imagine making surface/small-talk with them. Or even relating the actual dazzling truth of how my life's path has been just chugging right along. H'yeah. That'd be a real weird conversation. It would. But isn't it always?
It's me. I know. I'm a bitch, but, so be it. Don't care.
As I've (over-)stated before, I really, really despise FB. For oh, so many reasons, but a new one just came to me, this morning.
Some random classmate sent me a, 'friend request'. The name sounded familiar, in a, 'one of the popular kids'-kind of way, but I just couldn't picture him. At all. Vague impression of dark, 'winged' hair and a beaming smile, and possibly a wine-coloured sweater. I didn't get any immediate distasteful vibe, so I went and looked at his profile.
Still nada, though my first thought was, 'OMG, who's that old man?'
The nerve, I know; but come ON. This was someone's smiling, white-haired Paw-Paw, fer Chrisssakes, in his cheerfully pastel-plaid Chuck Noblet shirt. Looked at his posts and they were conservative - shocking! - but stopped just short of any..you know, aggressive flag-waving..or any overt religiosity, but to be honest, I quit while I was ahead. No need to see Paw-Paw's new boat or the grans.
I accepted the request. Why, not - it's not like I hang out there. No need to be rude. Hope he enjoys my RuPaul profile pic, 'cos he's not going to see how The Freak turned out.
I'm sure he's a very nice person.
But I realized, lol, almost in a panic, that it was all still the same. Not one of us, not one of us - No, you're not one of us..I'm still me - other, alien.
That time, those people - seem like a whole fucking other planet to me, and one very far away.
I cannot imagine making surface/small-talk with them. Or even relating the actual dazzling truth of how my life's path has been just chugging right along. H'yeah. That'd be a real weird conversation. It would. But isn't it always?
It's me. I know. I'm a bitch, but, so be it. Don't care.