I feel kind of guilty because I've not written here for a while but I've been posting to Facebook. My excuse is I'm on job number two this year and typically it's stressful and there are times when last thing I want to do is go on the net.
Amazingly though, my friends in Vienna, Spain and New Zealand all registered on Facebook within a few weeks of each other without me ever asking them to.
I've also found some old acquaintances through them, one who has been living in Madrid for a few years.
Facebook is the lazy person's way of keeping in touch, although I enjoy the joys of immediacy, 'gifts' sent over, 'poking' someone to remind them to post, have a nosey round their profile to see what they are up to etc. I feel that it doesn't really allow for any more depth than that, I suppose the difference between writing an email and sending a text.
I don't know maybe it's nearly the end of another year, and am scrutinising what I've achieved and where I've failed. Did I put enough into my friendships this year? Did I make enough effort? Did I truly let them in to my life, was I really fully part of their's? I'm amused that I've been sent 5 different baby pics...
I need to pick up my internet phone and talk.
Amazingly though, my friends in Vienna, Spain and New Zealand all registered on Facebook within a few weeks of each other without me ever asking them to.
I've also found some old acquaintances through them, one who has been living in Madrid for a few years.
Facebook is the lazy person's way of keeping in touch, although I enjoy the joys of immediacy, 'gifts' sent over, 'poking' someone to remind them to post, have a nosey round their profile to see what they are up to etc. I feel that it doesn't really allow for any more depth than that, I suppose the difference between writing an email and sending a text.
I don't know maybe it's nearly the end of another year, and am scrutinising what I've achieved and where I've failed. Did I put enough into my friendships this year? Did I make enough effort? Did I truly let them in to my life, was I really fully part of their's? I'm amused that I've been sent 5 different baby pics...
I need to pick up my internet phone and talk.

