I'm still on pain meds – but I *think* I'm making more sense today.
Honestly? I was drugged out of my mind yesterday! I have never, ever, before attempted to write with that level of drugs in my system.
I apologize. (Even though a lot of you wrote to tell me you laughed quite a bit at yesterday's post!)
By tomorrow I, hopefully, won't need to be taking pains meds anymore. Today I'm still a little looped, but I'm only taking one pain pill at a time … which is still a lot because they're very strong, but not as much as yesterday.
Last June I wrote about my college boyfriend finding me via Facebook. It came as quite a shock because up until that time I believed I was invisible. Sort of.
I don't get on Facebook very often and my facebook account is primarily there as a writing tool. When I joined FB I didn't enter my high school or college info into my profile because I didn't want anyone finding me. I wasn't interested in delving into the past. Over time, however, some non-blogging friends have found and connected with me there.
The other day I was checking facebook and on a whim, without even a millisecond of thought, I typed the name of a long ago friend into the search box. Up popped the friend – right in front of my very eyes. It's a male friend, of course. Ninety eight percent of my friends during my life have been of the male persuasion.
The friend is someone I knew from kindergarten through high school graduation. This is someone who I was very close to until about 10th grade when we drifted apart as we got involved in different things in high school. He got interested in things like being Class President, Head Jock, and Valedictorian and I got interested in …. hmmmm???
Being an awkward teen?
My old friend is now a doctor and lives in the mid-west. Once I found Mr. Doctor, I glanced at his friend list and saw many of my old high school cronies.
First I looked for Bitchiest Mean Girl. This particular girl was the meanest female ever to walk on the planet earth. She took pride in shredding girls like me to pieces with her finely manicured nails. She was evil incarnate.
She now looks like hell and I couldn't be happier about it.
Next, I couldn't resist looking to see if my first-ever crush was listed on Mr. Doctor's friend page. They had been best friends.
I pulled up Crush's profile. The "boy" who dumped me for a cheerleader (boo hiss!), the first boy to break my heart … was in a photo right in front of me. Did I mention Crush also proceeded to stomp on my heart repeatedly and, seemingly, with an immense amount of pleasure for several years?
(Not that I remember it or anything.)
Now Crush looks twenty years older than I do.
I'm not exactly a prize myself, I realize that … but!
Honestly, I am in my forties twenty four (as is he) and his picture makes him look like he's at least in his mid-sixties.
Am I a terrible person if I confess, seeing his picture gave me a small sense of satisfaction?
This isn't a photo of him, but the good looking boy who once held my heart now looks very similar to this man:
You think I'm joking, don't you?
It took me a few minutes to fully comprehend it was the same person I once knew and, I hate to admit, longed for. I stared, and I stared, and I stared a little longer at his photo in an effort to get my brain to accept what my eyes were seeing.
Have you experienced this type of Facebook Time Warp?
I just can't get over it!
© Twenty Four At Heart