rener

Today, I turned 2○.
10 years ago, I hadn’t a clue where I would be at this age. I hoped for a bit more, but all I can do is continue moving forward. At least now, I have a much clearer, more admirable goal in mind.

The first thing I did once I got back to my computer was, probably to many others, kind of sad. I deleted tons of people off of Facebook - with the intention that maybe I should delete many more. People from high school who added me because they glanced at my name and thought to dig through my photos, then move on with their lives. People who I probably run into once in a while, but don’t want to take the time to say hello or have a chat. People who I’m related to by blood, but who I ultimately don’t really know.

But it’s not entirely their fault, because even I wasn’t very interested in keeping in contact with any of them. Clicking “Accept Friend Request” is so fast and so easy these days. Very little to no thought may come once a friend request pops up.

From now on, I’m going to keep these types of people out of my life. My Twitter is an open book and very impersonal; This blog is also no-strings-attached. Facebook, however, is where a lot of myself can be found… and I’m not okay with just random people who don’t give a damn having access to that.

One year ago, I probably would’ve never thought that we’d end up strangers who happened to cross paths once in a while.

At what point does keeping in contact with each other through Facebook/Twitter/other social media mean that we just allow ourselves to drift apart even faster?