An Untweetable World
Odd that this was written five years ago and feels like it could’ve been written last December, in 2020. What has changed? Not a lot, although we still tell ourselves it has. Well, that’s doubtful.
I don’t want to go back to “normal.” I want to go forward to “real.” New post coming soon, since it’s a multipart post about the fall of 1993 and my first visit to Los Angeles.
Be well my friends, MM
Paula Poundstone’s cat, arriving via snail mail (the photo on a postcard, not the actual cat).
Oh, you Facebook.
It was so easy to forget you.
Ours was an awkward breakup, mostly because the people I left behind there were confused. And, well, a little frightened.
See, you were all about the past—yeah, that thing I try to leave behind every day.
But I didn’t come to that realization until a year or two into our relationship.
We probably met in 2006, although I know I saw you a lot in 2008. I commented to the woman I was then dating: “You should get on Facebook, hon! It’s a blast. It’s like One. Big. Party.” She said she couldn’t because of privacy concerns and, well, she worked in public education and didn’t want her students to know all about her private life.
Totally understandable.
Death By Facebook (Murder)…
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Completely in the Dark 