I can't seem to make my computer post pictures to this blog. I know that someday I will figure it out, but for now, it's all in the words.
I have been amazed over the past few weeks with the experiences I've been having reconnecting with people on Facebook that I haven't had contact with for 20 - 30+ years. It has surprised me how much emotion it has brought to the surface to recall experiences with them and to place them (in my mind) in their current situations, and somehow try to process it all in my mind and heart. It's been sweet and happy. I had no idea how happy other people are to also try to communicate with me. I have often felt like I might be a little too demanding or impulsive about wanting to know how my old friends and acquaintances are, and at times have felt a little overbearing about trying to keep in contact. So over the last decade or two I have backed off and tried to accept that as normal and let it go. Now as I've been "friended" by people, and I have taken the time (and importantly have seen them take the time) to "catch up", it has sort of rekindled my faith in humanity. I guess that may be putting it a little strong, but I have felt so grateful to be a part of a general interest in peoples' lives. I've been surprised how important it has been to me to see people working at being happy and productive. It's gratifying to see us all, these many years later, working toward largely the same kinds of goals.
Though I have many other subjects I've been thinking on, that's all for tonight.
Pieces
13 years ago
I'm glad you've been able to reconnect. I felt the same way about Facebook. Going to my mission reunions was discouraging because all the people I was friends with in Italy seemed to have nothing to say to me. It turns out they just didn't know what to say in person. It sounds funny, but the contact online then let us talk in person. I'm glad to see you have a blog. That's my favorite way of keeping up with people. I also have one just for the baby. http://precioustadpole.blogspot.com
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