The Book of Faces

I’ve been avoiding blogging like the plague these days. Partially to blame is Facebook (FB). For some reason, I am strangely addicted to viewing pictures of my current and long lost friends that found me and vice versa through this new internet phenomenon that has taken the world by storm. 

FB works for me because I can keep in better touch with my family and friends back East, looking at the pictures they post of their kids, and we seem to connect better writing on eachother’s walls than just sending a boring old email or picking up the phone. They never call me, it’s usually me who does the calling, and usually they are never home, but we always have time to FB. It makes emailing more interactive and I feel more involved in their lives. 

I also FB with my pals who live a few blocks away. Maybe it’s because we are all so vain in showing off our pictures and who we are, and more importantly, how many friends we have.  It’s also fun to look at other people’s friends and reconnect with ones you thought had dropped off the face of the earth. I have reconnected with folks I’d forgotten about completely until I saw them on someone else’s friends list. 

I found myself looking up ex-boyfriends and friends from public school. What is wrong with me? Why am I suddenly so interested in my past? I’ve even reconnected with my former Christian friends, very hesitantly because of fear of what I’d see, fear of judgement, fear of the G-word. But curiosity got the best of me. I wanted to know if they are married with kids, and all of them are. Most are still in London (Ontario), some have moved either out East or West, but nowhere in between.  Even though my beliefs have changed, I am genuinely interested in them since we shared the most influential part of our lives together. I respect their beliefs if they respect mine.

I am agnostic after all, open to what others have to say, as long as they don’t go overboard and try to push their shit on me and say that George Bush knows what he’s doing and that yoga is evil. It’s all about balance, people. And balance is what I need, even with FB. I can’t spend too much time in that place or else I’ll get nothing done and spend countless hours writing about my past.