Sometimes the past is best rested to the past. Relationships in life come and go - we find the right people when we need them, and we drift away from them as we grow apart. I wonder how teens now are going to be able to have those same (and what I consider important) experiences with advents like permanent cell phone numbers, e-mail addresses, Myspace, and Facebook. With these, relationships linger well beyond their necessity and like looming high school reunions, one never knows when they're going to get the surprise attack and be called upon to enumerate what they've been up to for the past 'x' amount of years. These encounters do nothing for me and I prefer being an ephemeral presence to all but a few. Such a desire also explains why I change AIM screen names every few years, weeding the no longer necessary people out of my life.
And with a few more encounters like the one today, I'll be deleting my Facebook profile as well. I'm not even sure if I want to respond to his message. What for?
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