about Facebook. The people who pop up and want to friend you that you'd really rather not know are still walking the earth. Or at least don't care one way or the other.
I'm trying to decide what to do about a message I received today. One of those hey-are-you-who-I-think-you-are messages. From someone I last spoke to about 12 years ago, someone who decided to take sides in my divorce from the Gimp. Obviously, it wasn't my side. Also, obviously the side taking wasn't done nicely, nor did the friendship end well. But end it did. So, I accepted that decision (not gracefully, no, but what 20-something is graceful in the midst of divorce?) and moved on. I haven't actually thought of this person in about 10 years.
And, now completely out of the clear blue I get a message from this guy. My first reaction is why? What possible reason could he have for looking me up this far down the road? Really, what need is there? I certainly haven't felt the need to reconnect. Why would this man decide to contact a former friend he ditched so long ago? Is it an attempt to resurrect a long buried friendship? If so, I can't imagine that going well. The relationship has been dead over a decade. While it may no longer carry the stench of decay, it's certainly not something I want to see shambling around like a reanimated corpse. And then there's the whole question of is it a squishy zombie with the bulging, pus-dripping eyeballs or a dried up zombie, leathery and raisin-eyed? Neither of those is at all appealing.
So, I'm trying to figure out exactly what my response will be. Obscene rejection, dignified fuck you or no response of any kind. I'm leaning more towards no response, simply because I have the sneaking suspicion this will be a squishy one. One little poke and it will explode, spraying rotten bowels and maggots everywhere. Not really a clean up job I'd volunteer for.
btw - there is no doubt in my mind he knows exactly who i am, i have 2 very unusual last names. so unusual that i am the only person by one of those last names in the entire state. not to mention, i look almost exactly the same as i did then, at least as far as i can judge going by photos. so beyond the why bother of reconnecting, there is the why be coy issue. i despise coy.
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Tough one, Morph. I think the don't respond option is the way to go. Or you can accept and screen him out of nearly everything possible. It is possible to do that. But yeah, wouldn't want to see you running around with an exploded corpse ;)
ReplyDeleteI like the new layout of the blog.
I've oftentimes wished that I could be one of those people who can craft the very best in scathing remarks. You know the kind that makes the scathee want to curl up and hide for at least a week and then only come out donning a hat and dark shades to help hide the bruises? Yeah. No. Unfortunately, I am not that girl so I usually opt for lying, "No, I'm not who you think I am," or doing exactly what you said... ignoring him.
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rose - i've pretty much decided on no response, now that i've vented a bit of spleen. i have a feeling any response i make is going to result is a rain of bile, since i wonder if he told his wife (the one who make the side-taking and friend-ditching decisions)about contacting me. so nahh think i'll pass on the whole episode. now on to the important stuff...
ReplyDeletethe new layout, i was piddling with it and i kinda like it. besides i'm a leftie so this makes it easier for me. thanks!
mama - oh i had 2 perfectly scathing, absolutely fantastically polite and dignified responses and 2 really rude, profanity-ladled (i'd say laced but really, y'all know better) i was all ready to play "pick the bitch level" and then i remembered...he's an idiot and not worthy of even limited attention or lackluster effort. and certainly not worth the time and energy of typing out scathe and scorn. and no sweetheart, WE rock - y'all are such great friends, administering hugs and ass kickings as needed. don't know what i'd do without all of the troublemakers. my life would certainly be poorer without such treasures as you.