{"id":1536,"date":"2010-08-23T08:54:14","date_gmt":"2010-08-23T15:54:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/?p=1536"},"modified":"2025-11-02T21:52:50","modified_gmt":"2025-11-03T04:52:50","slug":"still-high-school-after-30-years","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/?p=1536","title":{"rendered":"Still High School After 30 Years"},"content":{"rendered":"

I like Facebook.\u00a0 I’ve been enjoying the little news feed from my “friends”.\u00a0 Connecting with high school and college friends I haven’t seen in forever.\u00a0 I even found my year in my high school’s reunion page.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Not surprisingly few of my friends from high school and college are anywhere near the stage of life I am.\u00a0 Some are wrapped up in religion or the American Dream or their quiet family lives.\u00a0 Connections with them are short explorations of “Oh… that’s nice.”\u00a0 After that the contact is fleeting at best.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Because we have little in common.\u00a0 There is one happy exception to this.\u00a0 My friend Melody from college is my age and enjoying her sexuality.\u00a0\u00a0 Course she’s in Iowa so her lifestyle isn’t as wildly fun as mine!\u00a0 But she’s enjoying her single status.\u00a0 And that’s what we have in common.\u00a0 I’ve been begging her to come out here and play with me!
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Since my blogging fulfills my need to announce to the world what I’m thinking, feeling and doing,\u00a0 I don’t post very much on my Facebook page.\u00a0 Little anecdotes or thoughts that occur to me.\u00a0 But its fun to add a humorous comment to someone else’s post. <\/strong><\/p>\n

Even more fun is Friending my favorite authors or bands.\u00a0 Getting little blurbs from them is very much worth it.\u00a0 Better than bookmarking a web page certainly!\u00a0 I love the news I get from my radio station!\u00a0 (Of course, realizing how effective this is means I’m going to have to create a Facebook account for my work AND maintain it! \u00a0 Sheesh!)<\/strong><\/p>\n

I don’t have many Facebook friends.\u00a0 I’m a little particular about who I accept as a friend and I don’t play the Facebook games so I haven’t racked up many friends through that.\u00a0 I’m sure every friend I have is happy about THAT so they won’t get the little notices about how many lambs\/foals\/radishes I earned that day from Farmville!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Today I noticed a guy from high school comment on my high school’s reunion page.\u00a0 It was one of the few popular people I remember interacting with a little.\u00a0\u00a0 I know MOST who know me now will not believe this, but I was very unpopular and shy in high school.\u00a0 I came into myself in college mostly. <\/strong><\/p>\n

Yet by our age all those social lines from high school should be <\/strong>eliminated<\/strong>.\u00a0 We’re adults now, grown ups.\u00a0 There are no more clicks.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Or so I thought! <\/strong><\/p>\n

Like I said, I noticed a guy from high school who I’d had several classes with, spoke to occasionally and had always found attractive.\u00a0 I checked his profile and was amazed.\u00a0 He looked very much like he did then, only shorter grayer hair and listed his status as single!\u00a0 So I sent a friend request.\u00a0 And he replied, “Do I know you?\u00a0 Not trying to be mean… blah, blah.”\u00a0 I replied with what I remembered of him from high school, where I saw his Facebook profile and lightly said, I’d understand if you didn’t want to be friends. \u00a0 Because I honestly didn’t think he’d be that uptight about it. <\/strong><\/p>\n

And apparently I was wrong, as he’s not replied nor accepted my invite.\u00a0 I realized I was assuming that most people my age don’t get that wrapped up about who they deign to know as a friend or not.\u00a0 At least most I’ve met on Facebook don’t.\u00a0 The friends and acquaintances I’ve found on Facebook seem genuinely interested in saying, “Hi!”\u00a0\u00a0 I certainly never expected to get snubbed like I was a nerd approaching a cool kid in the halls of the high school!<\/strong><\/p>\n

I suppose its me being naive.\u00a0 Or my ego thinking, “Boy if he only knew what he just blew!”\u00a0 But at my core I just think its sad.\u00a0\u00a0 Every one of us is a human reaching out in different ways to connect to another.\u00a0 And just like in dating, when you get too picky over the little things, you miss fate\/God’s opportunity for a connection.\u00a0 A connection that might have been important or good or at least a learned lesson you needed. <\/strong><\/p>\n

When I left high school I changed.\u00a0 I learned I liked people, liked meeting people and knowing people.\u00a0 I rarely shied away from a person because of looks, economic status, race or background.\u00a0 I… like… people. They’re better than television, video games or online anything.\u00a0 They just are.
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So sometimes it baffles me when others don’t feel the same.\u00a0 But whatever, dude… your choice.\u00a0 But really… he doesn’t know what he’s missing!
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