On Facebook and Finland

I have mostly recovered from the Finnish death plague.

It sucked.

I hate being sick.

When I'm sick I tend to hide. Friends call, offer their plague remedies, want to help. It's nice and all, but let me publicly say this: when I'm sick, stay away from me. I want to sit on my couch and watch horrible judge shows and talk to no one until the plague goes away.

And that's what I have to say about that.

Because I have been home sick this whole week, I have been whiling away my days doing lovely things such as coughing, sneezing, blowing my nose, laying on the couch, sleeping. And, in the last few days of plague-dom, I have started playing Scrabulous on Facebook. Which, by the way, is incredibly addictive. I'm sure you have heard of it -- the big scandal with the Scrabble people? I'm now determined to beat my friend Ben who consistently kicks my ass, and makes me feel like I am not smart enough to be called doctor.

Facebook is a bizarre thing. Have you checked it out? It's a fascinating social experiment. Time evaporates. Worlds collide. All of the people you have known from different parts of your life are all on one web page. Random people find you. People you haven't talked to in 20 years. I mean RANDOM people. Like... the mother of two kids I went to day care with when I was in elementary school. I haven't talked to her since I was 7. She is my Facebook friend. People I knew but didn't really know in high school. Old neighbors. People I met at a wedding. They are all my Facebook friends.

And then... there's Mr. Beautiful.

So, yesterday, in my Facebook glory, I got a friend request from Mr. Beautiful. You have to understand -- this is HUGE. Mr. Beautiful was the guy I was madly in love with for 7 years of my post-moving-out-of-the-home-nestness. The guy who ended up married to someone else.

Yep.

Him.

We haven't talked in 11 years.

And now he's my Facebook friend.

I find out: he's now divorced.

And I'm all a tizzy.

Totally ridiculous, isn't it? Can you tell I am SINGLE? No dates coming up. Just SINGLE. And, apparently, looking for signs where there are no signs.

Am I 17?

Pathetic.

And I blame Facebook.

This entry was to contain crap on Facebook and on Finland, but I don't feel like writing any more. So, I will write on my trip to Finland in future entries. Until then, suffice it to say it was a fucking fantastic trip, I had a great time and I tried to upload a photo but some weird shit happened... so... imagine something cool here.

Hope you are staying healthy...
-- The Single Gal