Why Facebook made me sad yesterday

For the longest while I absolutely refused to get on the web 2.0 wagon. I was pretty happy still riding the information super highway. As a matter of fact, the Arpa Road still sounded pretty solid to me. Not that I want to say I'm a luddite, but still, I'm down with the electronic mail and if I can get the instant messaging, I am a relatively happy geek. That having been said, I am well aware that times evolve and that you can't buy Pepsi Clear anymore (not that it was really any good or that I even really tried it. It's more like one of those things I always thought I would try and that I feel resentful about now that the choice has been taken away from me), and that the intertubes are so much more than just electronic mail (or e-mail, as the young'uns seem to call it). So, man, I got hooked up. Did I ever. Got twitter and facebook, hi5 and myspace, blogger and livejournal, flicker and that other one that's better but not as popular, the skype thingy from which I get an occasional call from my boyfriend (although, having a phone line and getting free calls from him sort of defeats the purpose) and then, your basic ICQ. I even covered my bases and went old school with the mIRC. I used to love the old mIRC back in the day before the world went and changed on me. Oh, the stuff I downloaded. I mean, erm, the stuff I borrowed, from some peers, only without all the risk of the whole p2p platform thngy.

Well, but the subject at hand was, why the hell did facebook made me sad yesterday. Of all these, How dare that dreaded app bring me down on that, the day of my daughter's wedding and my one month anniversary? I don't know. Well I do, but if I just came out and say it, well, that would defeat the purpose of this rant (by the way, they are called rapid rants, because they are written in five minutes or less, not because they are easy to muddle through, obviously). The thing is, Twitter makes me whiny, Blogger makes me ranty, Facebook makes me miss my friends and the rest make me want to watch Gilligan's reruns while eating a half-pint of Cherry Garcia in bed. But there it was, buried somewhere in there, the elusive point, Facebook makes miss my old friends. And also over indulge in the whole Farmville thing. By the way, why is that such a Mexican thing anyway? Freaking stereotypes being re-enforced here, people.

Amongst those friends, well, there is the one. And really this is a rant about how much I am avoiding talking about her, because it sort of hurts to think that less than a year ago we were still having Bad Movie Sundays with Rog. She is an old friend and a stranger and someone I would love to have as a new friend. I wish, I wish, Oh! How I wish I knew exactly what the hell happened there, because as close as last May we ran each into each other at the Fabulous Irish Pub (which is neither, by the way), and she was having a beer, which was odd because she never used to drink beer for it made her gag, and then we hugged and kissed and said hello and did the promise to stay in touch thing. And now my life has changed in Oh So Many Ways. And apparently so has hers. But she's not talking. And I miss her, sort of because she is so close to me and I hate the fact that I don't get to talk to the person who knows me the most for reasons I am too chicken to find out about. The bottomline, if there was one, I think would be that sometimes even the best of friendships wither. Seeds are planted and harvested, but sometimes we forget to plow and plant again. And I miss Perla. Miss Miss Thing something fierce.

I gotta go. My Farmville raspberries need tending to.