Till Facebook do us part

posted by John Lampard on Friday, 11 April, 2008 to the comment subset

I didn’t intentionally look her up, or attempt to cyber-stalk her, or anything creepy, honest, but there she was, I just stumbled upon her, an ex-girlfriend on Facebook.

In my defence she uses some sort of nick name (that I never knew her by) as her screen name, so the discovery of her profile was completely coincidental. Not that I’m the least bit insecure about finding her page. No way, Jose, no way at all.

So, we meet again. Goodbye, hello. How have you been?

Well I can see how you’ve been. Photos from a friend’s wedding last weekend. From a holiday to Tasmania over the Christmas holidays. And then there’s the promotion at your (new) job. Congratulations BTW.

It’s like you only walked out of my life the room five minutes ago.

There you are again, drinking coffee with your friends down at Bronte beach. And I even know how you feel as of five hours ago…

… is feeling deflated – those Drop Bears are relentless! Updated 5 hours ago.

The arm chair psychologist in me has been at work: welcome to the age of non-closure.

The rise of social networks mean nothing is ever completely over anymore, everyone is a member, everyone has a page, their life is out there for all to see.

A simple name search is all it takes to instantly reacquaint yourself with your past. Yay, we all live in a yellow submarine.

The only remotely possible way we could this before was to hire a private investigator. Or something else undesirably intrusive.

So here we have it. The social networks have actually made it possible to “keep in touch” and “be friends”. Never again will such famous last lines be a pretense.

No more can you simply say goodbye, go your own way, and hope never to set eyes on him or her ever again. Good one Facebook. And oh yes, the photos at Good Vibrations were just what I wanted too see. Especially as I didn’t score a ticket myself.

As MySweetHeartTheFlirt says, “being happy is the best revenge, then?” Yes. She’s right. Bless her knee high leather boots.

Message to those Drop Bears… don’t relent… I hope you made an appearance at Good Vibrations.

Never can say goodbye.

Damn.

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