I'll be honest, I've been a little down on Facebook this past year. The fake stories, the polarizing hysteria, the hate mongering... not so much my thing. The problem, as I see it, is that it ends up being a bubble - you often only end up communicating with people who agree with you on Facebook, which means you kind of become convinced everyone agrees with you (until, you know, something like a national election reminds you otherwise), and it gets kind of boring to only see people posting things you exactly agree with. Except when it isn't boring it's completely terrifying since your (or at least my) Facebook feed presents a somewhat compelling case for the imminent end of the world. So yeah, I've been a little soured on Facebook lately.
But, just when I want to forego it entirely, a friend from twenty-five years ago comes to visit and I have to admit that Facebook is, occasionally, a force for good. Without it Kelly and I would never have reconnected after college - and we weren't even completely connected in college. We were more like very friendly track team acquaintances - because I ran hurdles and her roommate was a hurdler (hurdlers unite!), but Kelly was a distance (or if you run I'll clarify with MID - distance) runner, so we didn't overlap very much on the track. But we were very friendly until I got injured and stopped running, after which we definitely greeted each other warmly in passing and that was about it. So, on that basis, the chance of her coming to stay at the farm for a night a couple of decades later, and us having the loveliest visit - not so great, right?
Enter Facebook - definitely my favorite part of Facebook is connecting with people you sort of knew a long time ago, and realizing you definitely *should* know them now - and probably should have known them a lot better back then. Leslie (former college BFF, current real life BFF) and I both live in Asheville, and Kelly came to visit us this week. Completely random, no agenda fun. The best kind. And for that, I'll thank Facebook.