I can't speak to that, but, really, whatever made me sign up for Facebook under my real name? Do you know how many people I have ditched and re-ditched and ditched-yet-again, either intentionally or just as a point of circumstance, over my many years?
I'm not kidding when I say there are very few people I've kept in touch with throughout my life. I'm sure a head-dude would probably point to that as understandable given my moving around from place to place whenever my Air Force dad got transferred. In the end, I spent 8th grade on in the same secondary school. I made some fabulous friends there, people I thought I'd know and love and hang with forever.
Oh, and then I grew up. And went to college. And then to the West Coast. And then to a different job with different coworkers. And then to yet another different job with yet another set of different coworkers. And every time I went on my way, I pretty much went totally without any baggage.
I don't mean to minimize the overwhelming importance people had in my life at various times. They were the end-all and be-all to my life. And then they just weren't there anymore. And I'm pretty okay with that. I can count on one hand the number of people whom I feel remorse for not keeping in better touch with, people whom I would really love to have a relationship with today.
But the other hundred or so who meant so much in the moment? Meh. Life marches on. With or without them. Is that not the most horrible thing you've heard from me
So, yeah, right on, folks, tell me all about your life. I really do want to know how it all turned out for you. I just don't think we need to keep tabs on each other on a