I had my feelings hurt by Facebook. Namely, a friend request I sent out this week. I will preface this by saying that I have no problem with someone not accepting my friend request--after all, I don't accept a friend request if I can't identify the person and they haven't given me anything to go on such as their blog name--OR asking me how we know each other when I haven't sent an additional message with the friend request. People get married and change their name, people need their memory jogged--I'm happy to do that.
This week I added someone that I was friends with for six years and when I say "friends" I mean that he is in every damn photo album I own from 1992--1998. I even spent my very last night at college with him (okay, and with a large group of other people, but his arm is around me in dozens of pictures from that night). And the kicker was that once I added him, I told Josh this story about how he frustrates me and Josh asked why I added him and I admitted that I saw he lived near another friend of mine and I wanted to introduce them and this seemed like the easiest way.
So I sent the friend request along with a short note stating that it's me, Melissa, from college. My maiden name and the college we attended. And he writes back, "how do we know each other?" How do we know each other? I yanked out a bunch of photo albums and showed them to the twins, placing Dan the Forgetful Man on trial. "Evidence A: my 21st birthday! Evidence B: some random night at Canterburys! Evidence C: somewhere on State Street!" At the end of presenting my evidence, I asked the twins if he was guilty of being a jerk and they replied yes. So, ladies and gentlemen, there you have it.
Seriously, I can understand a person I dated for three months my freshman year forgetting me, but someone that I saw daily for four years and kept in touch with for several years post college? I've been to more schools than him--that means I have more people to juggle in my head. And I can remember him.
I would have been totally fine if he had just ignored the friend request and we both went on our merry way. Admittedly, I probably wouldn't remember after a day or two that I sent it so we all could have walked away happy. But now he has made me wonder why someone is so sticky for me when I am so forgettable to them--and how you can be that forgettable after spending six years of your life being friends with someone. Sniff.
I wrote him back and said, "my mistake." Even though I knew it wasn't a mistake because I could see quite clearly from his icon picture that it is him.
So my Show and Tell this week are some pictures of me from back in college and grad school because I thought I should probably put them on Facebook and rotate them as my profile picture to jog the spotty memories of people like Dan the Forgetful Man.* My apologies--they are photographs of photographs because I don't have access to a scanner today.
From college--as you can see, the squash blossoms were a hairstyle I enjoyed back then as well. When the twins saw this picture they said, "oh! That's Lollipop Goldstein!"
*I know this is the first time it happened and more often than not, I reconnect with the person and we both exchange a few emails and are happy to catch up. But still, this one hurt. Especially because he also ate my bowl of green tea ice cream at my 21st birthday. Bastard.
In one of my offices during grad school. I somehow ended up with three offices--one that I requested in the library, and two that I was assigned in separate buildings. This was my least favourite one, but I really like this photo because it was taken on the day that I discovered the Catholic center on campus served vegetarian corn chowder daily and I began getting it for lunch several times a week. The chowder is not visible in this photo, but it still remains in my heart and probably my arteries. I didn't have short hair, but it was tied back in a bun in this picture. But I like that it looked like I had short hair. Does that make sense?
What are you showing today?
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- Label your post "Show and Tell" each week and then come back here and add the permalink for the post via the Mr. Linky feature (not your blog's main url--use the permalink for your specific Show and Tell post).
- Oh, and then the point is that you click through all of your classmates and see what they are showing this week. And everyone loves a good "ooooh" and "aaaah" and to be queen (or king) of the playground for five minutes so leave them a comment if you can.
- Did you post a link and now it's missing?: I reserve the right to delete any links that are not leading to a Show and Tell post or are the blogging equivalent of a spitball.