I was 35 the first time I logged on to Facebook, now I’m 12.

 I feel like Benjamin Button.

 Oh the drama Facebook has created. Reconnect with old friend that I haven’t seen since High School, chat for a little bit, then he does something completely and utterly stupid and I de-friend this person wondering why I was ever friends with this person! I love the drama. Crave it actually. I guess that’s because I don’t really like to have drama in my “real” life.

 I feel like I’m back in junior high. Except this time I’m sending emails threads to people wondering why such and such friend requested me. I’m all did I ever hang out with her in school? They’re all probably not. I’m all then when is she friend requesting me on here? Doesn’t she know I’m not into her whole obsession with pilfering my email addy from Facebook and signing me up to join numerous swinger groups on Yahoo??? Duh!

 I’m not into the whole drama that went down after Michael Jackson died and everyone started posting all those status updates about how all the little children are safe now. Oh the fights that ensued on people’s statuses (or is it stati? Is that even a word?) that ended with one friend telling another mutual friend to just Beat It.

 However, I do like to watch it. I guess that makes me a voyeur, whatevs.

 All those old pictures floating around from junior high and high school. I feel like I’m 16 again. Still hating those skinny bitches that I used to hang out with who are in fact still skinny after having a bazillion kids. Still laughing all at the loser guys I used to hang out with who are still hanging out at the park drinking  Mad Dog 20/20 out of paper bags just like we they used to do when we  they were 15 of legal drinking age. Laughing at all my friends who used to be such bad-ass rocker dudes and are now completely bald and have given up their muscle cars and guitars for hybrid cars and fat, dumpy wives.

 Nothing, well, almost nothing, gives me more pleasure then to sit down with a glass of wine and surf Facebook looking through scores of old friends pictures on there.

 Cause it makes me feel good. To see that I really don’t look that bad for my age. Yes, I may be single, but I have a good life for myself. It makes me glad that I’m not still stuck in the same circle of friends that I have always had, in the same small neighborhood, doing the same thing over and over and over again.

 I’ve moved up and on.

 But I still like to watch

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