As some of you may know, I am very careful about how I Twitter. I occupy my space, but don't do MySpace. And I am not particularly LinkedIn, although I did make the mistake of signing up for it once. Since then, I am importuned daily by people who want me to link to them. I have no desire to do so. I am a virtual hermit, even though my brick-and-mortar persona is quite amiable. And one day quite some time ago, I established a page for myself on Facebook. It was a moment of weakness, I admit. My perception, for the most part, is that Facebook is for three kinds of people, for whom it works very nicely:
- People under the age of 18 who want to remain in their rooms and diddle around with each other until their parents are asleep, at which point they can sneak out and hook up;
- People over the age of 50 who suddenly have the desire to see how the first person with whom they had sex is now looking, and whether they'd be interested in having a cup of coffee;
- Vendors, merchants, authors, photographers, musicians, real estate brokers and other commercial entities who want to sell themselves to a fan base.
It just makes me wonder. What goes through people's minds when they think that people whom they haven't seen in years and years might want to once again want to be in touch? Don't they remember what the original quality of their relationships was like? Do they think that time heals all? Or is it possible that the fictional nature of our online selves makes all personal history moot? Maybe so. There is a small voice chirping away inside me right now suggesting, very quietly, that it might be interesting to see just what kind of person Larry Garnett turned out to be. And whether it might be nice to have the chance to kick HIS ass for a change.