Facebook. It's so important to my generation - it's how we live and document our lives, as well as keep on top of everyone else's to make sure they're simply not having as much fun as me me me!!! It's very self-indulgent (much like this) but on a grander scale - less alias, more revealing the clogs of your brain to the world, although that does depend on your privacy settings.
Don't get me wrong, it's great for keeping up with family on the other side of the world and sharing moments with your friends but....well, the bad thing about facebook is that it never forgets - and not in the cute way that elephants manage to pull off - facebook hardly stands by the skeleton of its dead friend for years, I'm pretty sure it shot myspace in the back!
You see now 'fb' has started putting these little things up like "Your status one year ago" or "your friend's status one year ago" or "that photo you thought you detagged but actually didn't one year ago" and gradually everything comes flooding back - that bitch of a boss that you've tried to forget, that hangover you can barely remember in itself and the most excruciating one - that boy/girl you really did care for.
I've already talked about 'the ex' and it's easy to look back on it in a humourous manner when it's a year ago and, let's be honest, you can't really remember anything. But then facebook comes along and kicks up the shit and you're left with that memory of your anniversary (we had a fight), or your new boyfriend's old attitude (whipped - thoroughly unattractive).
So this got me thinking to the fact that, well, my ex and I don't talk - it's the same for most people, especially concerning their 'first love' (anagram for 'underage sex') - so why the hell are we still "friends" with each other on facebook if he would rather eat glass than admit a closer-than-friendship-aren't-we-made-for-each-other-past with me face to face?
Facebook is that real to us yet we cannot bring ourselves to let go online. But, when you think about it, it's just a quagmire bog of your life since the first day you logged in and told everyone how you were feeling/what you were thinking/how long it had been since you last slit your wrists...I wouldn't take a stray dog out for a walk in that shit, let alone my Carvelas.
So I deleted my ex, I kicked his ass straight outta my facebook park, not because I don't respect or like him, but because when you move on you have to do it all the way. I don't want those little photos of us being browsed through by people - it's not real anymore; I don't like to think of our 'wall-to-wall' conversations - again, not real; I don't want to be friends with someone with whom the memories I have are obsolete!
Facebook aint real, if it was real this stuff would go the minute your friendship went, it would know to chuck out the old photos and letters just the same as you did when you held that burning ritual. Because when you split up, that's it - you divvy up the tent (or not) and then get rid of the rest because, hey, it didn't work for whatever reason so why hold on to a failure? Even if it was an experience something, at some point, must have hurt. Or, in my case, I must have been a bit of a bitch..
Euphamism much? I don't know, ask him. But don't- for the love of god- go online to dig it up, even if you own wellies that go up to your armpits.
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