Qualified Condition

August 6, 2009

Agua Dulce Eagles

Filed under: Uncategorized — qualifiedcondition @ 8:21 pm

I have resisted Facebook for quite some time.  I was on Myspace for about a minute, and I mostly hated it.  At the time I felt that there were enough things in life to obsess about, ego-projection into cyberspace didn’t need to be one of them.  That, and I don’t think that my computer could handle loading everyone’s crazy-ass wallpaper/Alicia Keys song/emoticon nightmare.

However, over the last couple of weeks, a number of friends asked me why I wasn’t on Facebook yet, and reminded me that it’s a useful way to simply be friendswith people.  Alicia Keys=bad, friends=good, right?  Fair enough.  I signed up, and now I’m pretty hooked.

The coolest thing, so far, has been reconnecting with people from elementary school.  I grew up in a small town in LA County called Agua Dulce, which you might never have heard of, but have probably seen at least once a week on TV because stuff gets filmed there all the time.  (I think everyone in 3rd grade had a signed head shot of David Hasslehoff on account of all the Knight Rider shoots that invaded our town.)  My family moved to the Central Coast when I was in high school, so there really aren’t any high school reunions or other similar events to look forward to.  Consequently, Facebook has become this big “roots” experience.

It’s really pretty cool to see the people that I grew up with relating to eachother as friendly adults.  And it’s pretty amazing to see that these same people are leading happy lives with kids and spouses and careers, and we weren’t all destroyed by being required to sing “Wind Beneath Wings” at sixth-grade graduation. 



So thanks for being friends.



  1. Some friends of mine openly planned a surprise party for me over Facebook because they knew I wouldn’t find out. I’m with you on Twitter, but you’ll Facebook alone. Well, not alone, but, you know, I won’t see you on it. Not that you’re broken up about that or anything. There’s no good way to end this now. Isn’t there a retirement party flier to make snarky comments about or something?

    Comment by Ryan — August 9, 2009 @ 8:21 am

  2. Front row with the jaunty wave? You were a classy dresser even then.

    Comment by Cheryl — August 12, 2009 @ 1:49 am

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