Save Face on Facebook

I did something last week that I swore up and down I would never do.  I signed up for Facebook.

To be honest there were many reasons why I didn't want to go down that road not the least of which was I thought it would be another time wasting activity when spare time is not something I have a great deal of.  I have occasionally looked at my daughters' Facebook accounts when they haven't logged themselves off my computer and I couldn't understand for the life of me what all the fuss was about.  People were writing the most inane, mindless drivel on there and I just didn't think I would get any enjoyment out of it.  I mean really...does anyone care if you just made yourself a ham and cheese sandwich?  Hold the mayo.


I'm always happy to concede that I've made a mistake and been wrong about something, especially if I didn't even give it a try, but I'm not saying that exactly.  You thought I was going to eat a giant slice of humble pie didn't you?

How about if I just eat the crusty part I like so much?


The part that I have enjoyed is finding old friends, in particular, some old school mates.  Some of them just have an older version of their young teenage faces while others are virtually unrecognisable.  In the case of the latter I am quite sure I would have walked straight past them in the street.  Most have that middle aged cushioning going on and in some cases a lot less hair but on the whole they are just older versions of their former selves and most seem to have got through life without too many bruises.

I've never had a lot of what I'd call good friends and the ones I do have all live a long way from me.  It's strange but one of the reasons I decided to go back to blogging is because I missed the genuine friendships I formed with fellow bloggers.  People who aren't familiar with the concept of relating to others on line scoff at the prospect of any real sort of friendship being formed as a result of blogging.  I couldn't disagree more.

Since I've been separated, I have been very hurt and disappointed by the treatment I've received from people I thought were my friends.  It's true what they say......you always find out who your real friends are in a crisis and that has been a very bitter, hard lesson to learn.  People find it uncomfortable having a third wheel around.  My men friends seem to think because I am now single I might make a play for them and that scares the geewilikers out of them.  Frankly I don't fancy any of them but evidently they have a fairly high opinion of themselves.  So I have muddled on without anyone and have done very well.  My social life is tragic but I was never much for going out a lot anyway.

The people who have been there for me are blogging friends who kept in touch with me even before I left Craig.  After we broke up, they gave me their unconditional support, their wisdom, kind words of advice but most of all their friendship.  I won't embarrass them by naming them, but they know who they are.  You made all the difference as to whether I was going to sink or swim at times and I will be forever grateful for that.

So I decided to join Facebook to see if I can make some sort of life for myself outside of my little home that I share with a chicken called Elizabeth.  It may not work but the world is full of possibilities and we all have to start somewhere.