it's been fun reconnecting with old highschool and college friends on
facebook. no matter how much time has passed, we have an instant
rebonding that boggles my brain and delights my heart.
it is not delightful, however, when people 'tag' me in photos. my page
is smothered with odious pictures that i did NOT choose or want. it
reminds me of my least favorite childhood game, 'tag.' i would die a
thousand deaths once tagged, because i was never fast enough to tag
anyone else. in my case, once tagged forever 'it.'
right now i have a photo, front and center, of my jiggly, fat arms. i
haven't removed it, because i didn't want to hurt the person's feelings
who tagged me. wow. i just reread that and realize that i may need
counseling. wait, just a sec . . . ok, i just untagged myself and feel
so much better.
now, there are still unflattering pics of my aging face but i'm resigned
to that. when friends from my distant past first visit my facebook page,
they all say the same thing.
"look at your sweet face." sweet is the new 'old.'
"but people do not pour new wine into old wineskins . . . " mark 2:22