Today I literally yelled at some kids to get off my lawn.
Nicest birthday present ever: the rain let up long enough today for me to take a long overdue walk with my best friend.
I recently met someone through Facebook. What kind of self-respecting Gen-X-er am I?
(Seriously though, I wish it was Tumblr instead of Facebook).
On a related note, apparently the millennial’s definition of “blind date” is Facebook chat/message each other without discussing anything substantial and never actually meet.
Wow. I’m very much unequipped for this new world order. Takes a lot of work for me to impress someone in person, I have little hope of doing it over IM/fb or txt messages.
The other day I was reading through some old emails I had saved on my Yahoo account, emails I had written to a crush of mine from 5 or 6 years ago. I was reminded of how much effort I had put into crafting these emails - reading them now, they’re mildly embarrassing and goofy, but at the same time, they’re also surprisingly witty, charming, romantic, sincere. Reading them now is like looking through a time warp - who writes emails like that anymore? Who even gets emails anymore? Yes, it is all about nostalgia, but I’ve decided, that’s the way to my heart. Email.
(I was going to complain some more about not getting well-written personal emails, but I got a super cool one last night so I guess it’s not a completely lost art. Maybe it’ll eventually become a retro-cool thing to do, like CB radios, or sending postcards or letters).
I recently met someone through Facebook. What kind of self-respecting Gen-X-er am I?
(Seriously though, I wish it was Tumblr instead of Facebook).
I am metaphorically going to throw Facebook at a wall if it doesn’t stop telling me to reconnect with him.
Been there. Also not cool - Facebook telling me about how she’s moved on with someone else and how happy they are together.
Facebook has become a necessary evil for connecting with people - both socially and professionally. But I miss the days of plain old email. (Get off my lawn Facebook!)
…is something that’s easier done alone. But it’s also something that’s much more enjoyable with company.
I like to think I’m fairly amiable beneath the surface, but I have no idea how to give strangers that hint. That quote from Franny and Zooey about being tired of just liking people, and wanting to meet someone you can respect - that’s been in the back of my mind all week.
I’ve discovered that it’s harder to make real friends as you grow older. Maybe because these relationships are no longer based on arbitrary circumstances but instead are about your values and tastes which are more specific and evolved. Maybe that’s why many old friends tend to disappear, and the select few that remain in your life do so because they’ve grown in complimentary ways.
I hate New Year’s resolutions. But I do like making lists.
1) Take more risks.
2) Travel more.
3) Reconnect with old friends.
4) Make new friends?
5) See more live shows.
6) Make good use of my head of hair while it lasts (I don’t have much time left).
7) Get a new bike.
8) Get over her myself.
