I notice when someone unfriends me on Facebook. I just can't help it. I guess it's Facebook policy not to let you know who unfriends you. So I puzzle it out with my big brain (that is obsessed with memorizing lists). I mentally go through my friends. I run queries until I work it out. “Was it you, was it you, was it you?” It doesn’t really matter, but I can’t rest until I solve the puzzle. (I am creepy, and I will find you.)
A few months ago, my Facebook friends were only people I know in real life. But I don’t really know my Facebook friends from 20 years ago. I know my bloggie friends better than I know (most of) my high school and college friends. So I have decided to become Facebook friends with my bloggie friends. (I know! CRAZY!) That (sort of) famous blogger who asked me to be his Facebook friend? Yeah, we are Facebook friends now. (My life is so much better.)
On my Facebook, I post photos of the child. (He's real!) His name is on Facebook. But I am still leery about posting photos of him on Wellington Road. Because he is a minor, and I don’t want to exploit his image. (cough) Yeah, even the child doesn’t understand it. He wants me to post photos of him on Wellington Road. And I know it’s dumb, because nobody really gives a shit. But I’m just not ready.