Facebook FriendGasm.

by chris

Downtown Westerville, I bumped into a dude that was the little brother of an acquaintance.  Recognized him because we’d bumped into each other for 4 or 5 years.  I think he’s 2 years younger than I am.

Didn’t have time to talk to him, Jack was crabby, I was crabby, you know.  So I asked–do you have a Facebook.  Let’s stay in touch.

Since I’m a GTD guy, I wrote it down when I got into the car, and when I dumped open my little Moleskine, I wrote it all down.   I connected back with him.  I barely knew him, cool enough guy, but barely knew him.  Now I’m connected.  You can’t exactly monetize it, but it’s interesting.  I found myself happier than I should to have connected with him…it brought back a wave of mid 90’s nostalgia…suddenly I was in my dorm room, listening to Collective Soul, Madden ‘95, and playing Doom.  

I’ve seen other people that were on the periphery pass through the newsfeed, and it’s been fascinating say hi and nod at some of the folks in my past (as well as people on the RE.NET).  People that you think are one way turn out to be another…

…and see names that pass that maybe I didn’t reach out to (or was unkind towards), and I feel a little guilty.

It’s pretty cool to be reconnected and retethered with such a wide swath of my past.  I love the fact that geography doesn’t stop people from saying hlelo.   There are tons of great people that are more or less Out of Sight|Out of Mind.  I don’t know that that is good or bad, it just kind of is.  A few weeks ago, I got to about 60 friends on FB, and that was some type of critical mass, because I started seeing people to friend and fielding friend requests.  I’m reconnected to GWU people, Otterbein People, Piqua High People…and I’ve got about 150 people on there now (and another overlapping 75 on twitter)…and it’s weird, but I feel less isolated because so many real people picked me up and said hello. 

So hi to all of you that I’m reconnected to (even those I barely knew).  Hello to you all.  For those people I was a dick to, please give me some Grace.  For those that were a dick to me, grace will be extended, as I’m a big fan of the grace concept. 

It’s like every day’s a reunion.  How can classmates survive?

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