I am no longer boy-crazy, having found the Ultimate Man. That legacy is haunting me once again, however, on the pages of Facebook. That's okay. It's embarrassing, but whatever. I can laugh at myself (mostly).
Many of my "friends" on Facebook I have wondered about at different times and even tried to contact a few. I still exchange Christmas cards with some. Most I thought I would never see again, figuring that time was past.
The other side of Facebook, though, is the not-so-great lives I am seeing. It is heartbreaking to see some divorced, lonely-looking, life-has-been-rough-to-me people. I had one person reveal his character by telling me, in the first line of a hello, that he is "making a killing" at his job. Who cares? I just want to know if you Like what you do and if you have Integrity in it's doing.
Today, though, I found a friend who played principle cello our orchestra. We sat next to each for years. (Yes, I played cello for many, many years. Have I ever told you that?) She is now a Doctor and teaching cello at University. She looks happy and satisfied, she is funny and sarcastic, and she is doing what she has worked for her whole life.
Why does she, and so many other found friends, bring me joy?
I can't analyze it properly because my baby had shots today and needs me. I'm sure there is something there that I need to decipher, but I'm not getting anything. My psycho-analysis has failed and my wrapped-up post ending is frayed and bleeding.
Maybe you can answer this question for me so I can go nurse my baby for the fourteenth time in thirty-nine minutes.