Is it just me or do couple pictures where one is peeking out from behind the other seem like weird parodies no matter what?
The metanalysis of status updates will be fascinating, but the sample is not:
...is going for that 2nd coffee
...is looking forward to Christmas
...is sad and its been too long but don't know what to do.
...is 4 days until Mexico!!!!
Yet, I like how my Quebecois friends can write really mundane things and allow me the pleasure of translating. Maybe it's that the French are just less boring, maybe it's that being boring in French just sounds better. Maybe it's that all my French friends are artists, vagrants or political renegades (mostly all three).
The domestic lives/engagements of people from high school are fascinating. I'm not sure if this makes me a hardcore voyeur, or if it's fulfilling some kind of vague need for small town community genetically bestowed but consciously resisted. Regardless, if you were a wallflower and put a picture of your rock and/or bambinos online, I've probably looked at them.
I'm kind of satisfied when someone I didn't really want to add anyways deletes me. I'm not sure I've ever deleted anyone. It takes a really long time to notice, but when it happens, I'm never disappointed.
Sometimes, it occurs to me it's the new little black book. If this is true, should I delete all my black book entries at some key point? Or just the ones who send non platonic messages? Or just the ones I still think are hot?
What does it feel like to be in a relationship where you really want to announce it in this fashion? And you're not 20? Like, you wake up one day and you're thinking: well, it's too quick for anything serious, and I'm too lazy/afraid to declare my love in a substantial personal grand gesture, so... lets go! Lets make this... official? Official yet instantly erasable? Alternatively, many people I know use this feature to ward off temptation, kind of like a fidelity "do not disturb" sign (and to make it clear when they're back on the market via small heart icon).
But, I secretly love watching people I've met along the way fall in love from afar. Even all the platitudes and peeking out pictures can be sweet when it seems right, when the subtext is there. The best are friends with sordid pasts who were searching for the right place to give in, sober up, and set down all that misplaced affection for safekeeping. It makes me believe in things I used to read about, like peripeteia and redemption, and that the best narratives are products of revision.
[This was written under the influence of insomnia. I swear if we're getting together over the holidays our conversations will not resemble these paragraphs. And that I am not stalking you on facebook.]
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