It’s been a long time since I started a new collection. Without realizing it I have done just that. I have been gathering friends on Facebook for about two months. I was unsure about becoming involved with this particular piece of popular culture. I’m generally not what you’d call “cool” or extremely social. I mostly joined Facebook because the current thing in internet businesses is “social media” and I didn’t want to ignore a valuable marketing tool. I’m not sure that it has done much for marketing but it has been fascinating.
I am on the other side of the continent from almost everyone I knew up until eight years ago. That’s a lot of people who I have not been in contact with for a long time. It was a revelation to find out how many of my relatives had Facebook accounts. Facebook kindly offered to make me friends with various members of my high school class. I declined that one because of the years of therapy it might bring on. However, it occured to me that there might be other connections that I could reestablish with some degree of comfort. The results have amazed me. I am now in touch with valued friends I haven’t seen or heard from in decades. One recent connection was bittersweet as It brought me the knowledge of a friend’s passing.
Friend’s are the two-way artifacts of social interaction. They point to us and we point to them. I hold them in fond memory and reread the pages of our stories like a good book that always has a new twist waiting to be revealed. There is a value to my collection of old friends transcending time and ever increasing in value. You won’t find that at an auction.