Facebook provides an almost too easy way to pick the scab off old wounds. I want to believe people change, I really do, but if anything, Facebook has only revealed that most people don’t change, and if anything morph into older, heightened versions of themselves (not a good thing if you don’t like them).
In the past year I’ve had two people from my past who I’ve written off completely, surprisingly add me on Facebook. Since my injury has changed me into a person who tries to look at the big picture (and holding grudges is certainly not part of this) I got over my reservations and added them. Hey, I want to hope for the better in everyone. But boy oh boy, I sure learned my lesson. A month later, both friends have been unfriended.
The first person was “Mary.” She was a girl I had grown up with who always competed with me on everything (and I always won). When my injury happened at 14, I always knew deep down she was gleeful. You can just feel these things (sad but true). When she moved away, the years passed and I got over it.
She had babies, got married, moved to the middle of Arizona. I’m not married, no kids, living in the city and writing for living. We’re bot