Several weeks after leaving Facebook, my life continues on.
I had a decidedly non-digital afternoon tea with some delightful ‘old girls’ from my school. I’m not using ‘old’ in a pejorative sense. One of my companions had graduated from school in 1944!
My days are usually spent in the company of people my own age, or with children. It was quite brilliant to share shortbread with an entirely different generation. No-one secretly checked their messages under the tablecloth. No-one leapt away from the table to grab their iPad to look up the EXACT name of their angina medication. And no-one posted photos of us with mouthfuls of date slice on FB.
I felt younger and springier. Hopeful that I would one day be a feisty senior with sturdy boots and a backpack full of cake, talking too loudly to the bus driver.
We shall be exchanging addresses and sending cards to keep in touch. Hooray!
I’ve been thinking about the ‘unreal’ friendships that I left behind on FB. I might have commented on photos of their 5 course Peruvian degustation meal, but I really didn’t know what was going on in their lives. I never asked “How are you?” on Facebook.
Once, a friend received a disturbing email from her very good friend overseas. Lots of apologies for being a bad friend, inadequate mother and general life-failure. Alarming .
Even more sad than the actual email, was our first thought: “Is this real or a hoax?” How could we tell if it was some crazy spam or a genuinely troubling communication? It turned out to be genuine, and I felt so guilty for doubting its authenticity.
I treat email as administrative and functional. In this case, the medium (email) did not match the message (I am feeling truly awful and need a friend).
We have to ask “How are you?” a lot more often. And be happy even if we just get a 🙂 back.
Here’s one I wrote earlier
Love is not dead, it’s just resting. How often do you tell your loved ones that they are loved? On a sliding scale, I think the most romantic medium are (with 1 being most lovely):