I had a weird desire to get back on flopbook last night. I don't know what it was, maybe that feeling of isolation, of disconnection or just being left out of the party.
The thing is, I know it's not much of a party. I'd wager it's all politics, cats and babies at the moment - and that sounds like a squabble I'd rather avoid.
My Mum told me the tale of someone she read about - a student I think. He went home for Easter and switched a photo of himself (which was on the sideboard) for a photo of Nigel Farage. He just slipped it into the original frame! I think he's waiting to see how long it will take anyone to notice.
I don't think I'll be getting back on flimsybook anytime soon. Perhaps what I do need to do though, is find alternative ways of connecting with people, finding out how they're doing and wishing them well. There are people I've forgotten about, people I haven't seen for years, people I miss terribly and people who once made me laugh so much that I couldn't drive home. Where are they?
Maybe I should do that. Maybe that's what that weird desire was really telling me to do. I feel like I need the adventure of finding my friends again.
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