all that’s left to say is nothing at all
So I’ve waded far and deep into the Facebook fray. Hours of searching and reading, browsing and editing. There’s now an LLTC group, bringing together 20 people who shared one of the most influential times of each of our lives. Then there’s those moments of weakness where you find yourself searching for old flames to see if they exist.
Vanessa is working at a Starbucks somewhere in Halifax. I haven’t talked to her in 10 years, since I moved away from Chester. I mentioned it to a co-worker as part of a discussion on online identity and e-trails. Apparently, the comment was misinterpreted and now my business card has been dropped off over there. Can’t wait to see how that plays out.
Sara’s at X still. I haven’t talked to her in 4 years, since I moved away from Shelburne.
The temptation is there. To add them as friends, check in, see what’s new. It’s not stalkerish, just general interest. Maybe a little creepy, but that is, of course, the world we live in. We’ve all done it, whether it’s googling someone, or checking a website.
Then I read this article:
Who hasn’t wrestled with the lure of an ex’s blog, or social networking or online dating profile? It’s too easy to reach one another — even if we’ve gone through all the steps to clear the artifacts of the relationship from our hard drives, if not our hearts.
- http://wired.com/news/columns/0,72131-0.html?tw=wn_columns_1
In the end, some things are best left as they presently stand.