Finders Keepers

(Hi there,

Not that there is anyone reading this but just in case there is and you are wondering what is going on, I am going to repost several blog entries I originally made over on my myspace page. I don't know that I will keep that page since I never check it anymore. By reposting here, I can hold onto my archive without keeping the page. And those these are not literary genius by any stretch of the imagination, they have some significance to me for one reason or another.)

Originally posted 9.26.06

I have been searching tonight for old friends and lost "loves" and it makes me wonder if everyone lost should be found again. There are, I suspect, a couple of people who are not all that excited that I found them. Granted, they can refuse to add me as a friend, block me, generally send icky thoughts my way. But I suspect they might have been happier not having to deal with me at all. Now, it isn't all bad. I am reflecting not having a pity party. I have already found some old friends that were definitely psyched to hear from me and that I might not have reconnected with other wise.

Its a choice isn't it? Make your page too private, too secure and you might not hear from that one person you have been wondering about for ages - where are they, what have they been doing, will you ever see them again? And then all of the sudden one day they send you an add request and the gap is closed, questions are answered, some small circle of life is completed or at least circling back unto itself.

But by leaving the back door open, you never know what kind of wildlife will just wander into your kitchen. Maybe the person you convinced yourself and/or your significant other that you were over pops up with an inanely benign message and that ever powerful add request. And there you sit, cursor over the deny button, perhaps arguing with yourself (perhaps arguing with your significant other). And regardless of whether you are pleased or pissed, relieved or reagitated, you are something about that person that you never thought you'd have to be anything for again.

To all those whose loopholes I have found and exploited, my apologies. If you pull the bandaid off fast, the pain will at least be fleeting.