My whole life is one long series of being out of the loop or not even near the loop to begin with.I don’t know what is going on with my friends from high school, which is good considering I can barely remember if I washed my older son’s basketball uniform for his game on Saturday. If I was worried about Heidi from Algebra class and where she and her husband went on vacation (Napa!) or if I was concerned about Simon from the track team (runs marathons now!) and the fact that he is now divorced because he realized he was gay or if I cared that Kirsten from student council was promoted at her law firm (twice in three months!), then I would most certainly never get the red polyester shirt out of the wash and into the dryer in time.
Facebook is a foreign language to me, a language of “likes” and “posting on people’s walls” and “de-friending” ex-bosses. Just thinking about it exhausts me.Besides, I have real friends that form the fabric of my everyday life. Sure, I may not have their phone numbers, but I can certainly check out what they wore to the Oscars in the latest issue of People Magazine.
Isn’t that right, Angelina?MOV
(And thank you to PointCounterPointPointPoint for the idea for this post)