Facebook is evil. I like it and hate it. I'm obsessed with it and wish it would just die a Friendster/Myspace kind of death.
When I find someone I've lost touch with years ago, it's great.
When someone from HS finds me, I'm apprehensive.
However, I keep coming across the same message. "Hey you. So glad to find you. I have such GOOD memories of you."
GOOD memories? I raise an eyebrow at this cause when I look back at my time with them, I remember being depressed and angry and semi-hating them.
I want to ask, remind me of the good memories. I want to ask, how do you remember me?
But I'm afraid. It makes me sound conceited. It makes me sound like a tool.
But the truth is I don't remember and I want to know. Maybe I was better at faking it than I thought. Maybe I was happy. It depresses me that I can't remember.