Facing Facebook

The last few days have been something... not sure how to classify them exactly but they've been a healthy mix of fantastic for some of the people I love... sickly spent for me... depression and anxiety to boot and hopeful feelings that it's finally passing.

Saturday evening I bucked up (after getting a hot shower in which most of my muscle aches quietly went away) and went to my French friend's wedding. They were happy, it was beautiful and our mutual online reverend did a lovely job putting on the ceremony itself. And I was happy to be there with them, their friends, and their families. Afterwards, we went to dinner and I got to know a few of their friends a little bit better. All nice people... all fun to hang with. Had I not been sick for the days prior as well as up until and continuing through today, I would have went out and hung out with them at the bride and groom's place. Wish I would have continued to buck up just a bit more.

But... maybe I should be glad I didn't because it would have been even harder to get myself out of bed and over to the baby shower for Little Mama. I'm not sure how she's going to feel about that name... The shower was great, beautiful, even if it took forever for us to get our food. However, a new revelation of sorts came to pass at the shower. I don't know why it only took the question once, from two girls I only see at Little Mama's events but for some reason "Are you on facebook?" suddenly made me want to be on it. Probably because I've been answering no to that often enough lately and probably because I've been playing with the idea anyway. So, now I'm on facebook. And I have some serious exploring to do tonight and probably for quite a bit of this week.

Basically, while I was holding out I'm now figuring why close myself off from this? Why say no when in all honesty, it sounds like fun. Just so I can stick to my old ways? So I cannot "sell out"? But is it "selling out?". No. And as for my privacy reasoning, I'm over it. I mean, I do meetup... c'mon.