Facebook has brought something about that previous generations likely experienced only on rare occasions. In years gone by, middle-aged people like me might once in a great while run into someone they hadn’t seen in twenty years. But in our modern age, it happens on Facebook at least a few times a month.
Some reconnections involve a simple posting of, “Nice to see you here,” or “Beautiful family,” or “You haven’t changed at all!” But sometimes the reconnections have involved someone with whom I was once close friends. When that occurs, it begs a written update to one another on what has happened in each of our lives over the past two decades or more.
Try encapsulating twenty or more years into a few paragraphs. To summarize the facts of that much time in one’s life brings with it a rare moment of objectivity of sorts, a journalistic reporting of a sequence of events and choices. It’s not really a moment of reflection, of considering the deeper things of life and all that one has learned from these life experiences; it’s more of an exercise in rapid time progression, a head-spinning glance at what took more than half of one’s life to complete, a black-and-white reminder of just how old one has gotten to be.
Nonetheless, I’m thankful for this new-fangled way to get reacquainted with old-fangled friends, even if it does keep reminding me that I’m pushing forty.