Or, my aunt just friended me on facebook.
Over the last few weeks, I've been friended by a few family members that make me take a second look at my profile. I don't like this. I don't like thinking that my Aunt Sandy will think less of me based on my facebook profile, or that I am so paranoid about the issue. I like to justify myself by saying that I don't like the way Aunt Sandy, cousin Missy, and Aunt Tina find out how I've changed and now view the world. But, it probably should happen.
Maybe my aunts, cousins, and sister seeing my facebook--and thereby some small part of who I am at this time and place--is a good thing. Maybe it'll make the world (and my family) a more understanding place.
Maybe. But I have my doubts.
15 years ago
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mmhmm.
before posting anything to facebook or my blog, i always stop and think:
my mom might read this.
my grandmother might read this.
my kid brother might read this.
the pastors of my childhood church might read this.
yep, there's probably some censorship involved.
Ah yes, the whole censorship thing. There's part of me that actually kind of enjoys it. There are times that I write things on facebook or my xanga and almost hope that Jer's mom reads them just because I know that I could never bring them up to her face yet still think she needs to see those sides of me. (This, of course, leads her to call my husband and ask with all concern if his wife has ever been with another woman. But that's another story for another day.)But yeah, Facebook. Blessing. Curse.
True story from current moment:
My mom's sister just called and wanted to talk to her. When I explained that Mom wasn't home, I suggested she call her cell phone. She thought about it, then asked, "Is your mom on facebook?" Yes. So, then, I had to walk her step by step through the process of finding my mom on facebook and friending her. Strange world.
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