Facebook II: Electric Boogaloo

So while checking my comments a few moments ago, I came across an interesting one:

“Facebook is depressing me too. I left that life behind. That was then, this is now. The now is what matters. Not the then. Or does it. I feel like someone is stabbing me with a memory knife everytime someone posts a picture. I had a great time in HS…well I always thought I had until now. And yet, Im addicting. What the hell. I need a life!”

This was written by a person who, quite frankly, I did not like in high school; who I found to be mean and cruel and biting. And yet, 18 years later, I find her to be endearing and kind and thoughtful and exceedingly generous. Two years ago, when I had a reading for my Barry Bonds biography, she was one of two or three Mahopacians to show up, and I will always be thankful for that.

Point is, people change, and one thing I refuse to do is hold grudges that date back 18 years. As some people here might know, I opened my first book, “The Bad Guys Won!” with a flashback to high school, when a bully named John Degl made my life a living hell. People assumed I was seeking revenge against John; that by calling him out in a book I was trying to win a battle. That was 100% untrue. In all my heart, I hope John Degl is happy and whole and content in life. No beef, no grudge, nothing.

So while Facebook may well flash us back to an awkward past, it should never—in my opinion—literally return us to the past.


On a side note, if you’re the GOP you absolutely have to get Sarah Palin to shut the hell up. Seriously. I mean this sincerely—at a time when your party is struggling, is this really who you want as the mouthpiece? Not a good idea.

On another side note—”Changeling.” Amazing movie. Amazing.