This is an entry based on the posts in my FB profile past that the site has so generously allowed me to view thanks to their new timeline. I don't know why I picked today to do it. It's Palm Sunday and April Fools Day. I guess no better time fits being truthful since everyone will believe you and not at the same time. In any case; this was first posted on fb hence the segmented paragraphs.
The year is 2010. The event is life on FB as I know it. And then as I didn't want to know it but needed to because no lie can go uncovered if you want it out.
Peeps thought the rest of their lives would be facebook
They were sweet and funny
We all wanted the best for each other; even when we'd just met online
There were the tentative introductions and the smiley intentions behind every post
There were stupid jokes like Nels with liking Miley Cyrus and Joey being a Nickelback fan...or whoever was making the sentimental music back then.
We all woke up eager to get on fb and say hi and nice day and see you on the Fuse.
A few of us woke up to Fareed on Capital before he replaced Raabia on the morning show. Good old days when Kiran used to be the life of the party...then he left :(
After Fuse, we'd take a break and meet up on the homerun with Keri; where we'd bum and talk shit all afternoon until home and supper and the first nights out beckoned us.
Guys would lie about not having girlffriends; while girls would lie about having boyfriends. And some of us would spew the truth like the ninjas we were not.
Some of us were real and really blind but how else to survive in a hazy wonderland of happiness if not by blurring everything true?
We had nicknames for each other; we made flimsy relationships with each other; I even tried out the whole sweetheart name thing. So did not work out. I don't know why I forced issues back then.
And inboxes were the go-to texts. Enyewe safcom texts were like 5/=; fb inbox was the cheapest way to get laid.
Reading back now, how did I think there was no flirting in my inbox? (this could but doesn't sound like it does)
How did I think I wasn't flirting back?
Oh, I was. Yep. But boy was I bad at it :). Who am I kidding, I'm worse off now :D
Jeez, it's good change came around. I may have lost the exuberance of young age but fuck young age's exuberance when it makes you do the stupidest things.
When the hell did writing someone a sexy story become a good idea?
Seriously; I would go back to 2010 and pat myself on the back and tell me "Chica; you are doing muy, muy bien, si? But cut the fuck back on your hormones and think with your right side of the brain for a moment."
Rule #...who the hell cares; no author ever writes a story for anyone they don't care about. That's like building a house. You don't do it for anyone you aren't sure you don't love.
Hinged 2010 really fucked us up with that one. No wonder there's all this bullshit.
The way threads read; I should teach a class in denial. Can't believe it but it's there. Fell in love like an anvil on Wily Coyote and stayed underneath it like an Ostrich with my head in the sand.
What was I thinking? It's clearly there in black and blue and yet...man, was I an idiot of the mid-level calibre.
Damn it; truly the art and game of romance has its players; me not having been invited to that particular party, did well on the friendship front.
Like I had a profile tattoo of "Let's share around the campfire of FB" and "Partner of the Ya Ya Sisterhood: FB faction"
Where did the femme love go? The sister sorority love was so deep and tight. We had each other's backs and even the boys we knew and didn't know but cause they were friends of friends, we supported them.
The boys did themselves no favours by being douches about it and sowing the seeds of destruction that they did. Not Demon though. As far as I know anyways.
Trust boys; and to think so many of my gal pals praise their boy friends as being better than gal pals. Ha! Wait till they hear what goes on behind their backs.
Yeah; it makes me sad and frustrated that the cool chic collective was cut down. Those were good times when there was no suspicion or hurts keeping peeps apart.
When fb was a nice park where we could all lounge and smile at each other without wondering just what the fuck you were going to talk about when you sat with someone else. When the chics could talk about soap operas all day without getting harassed for it. When guys would comment on a status till 100 about a celeb chic they'd never meet.
When peeps dating made people smile because it would be pleasing and fun to know all the tiny boring details instead of now when the mere thought of dating a fellow FBer amongst some circles is like signing a mortgage payment for a 17 million bob house with the economy on the brink of collapse.
First half of 2010 was a summer time season that was epic.
Then May happened. Insecurities and betrayal came around and people weren't ready or prepared for such a change.
Friendships suffered and still suffer; relationships broke up and circles disintegrated. People are in acquaintances despite three years worth of knowing one another. Others can't even look each other in the eye truthfully
It's all messed up. It might never be right again.
It's a month and a half to the 2nd anniversary of the demise of the greatest story of my life so far.
It's a story that would have never happened without FB. And for that I am grateful to the site. Despite the droves who leave it; despite the hate it'll get from user jumping ship to 'newer' and 'better' forums; it will always be a home to me; because without FB; I wouldn't be able to look back into the best and worst year of last decade and not only enjoy it all over again; not only learn from it; but also know it happened and all for a reason
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