Those of you who know me understand that I am a solitary person. I live alone and work alone for the most part. I do not place myself in the middle of a lot of drama and because of some high-functioning anxiety, I am only social in a limited sense when I am around people that have proven themselves to me. All of that being said, I absolutely love Facebook. I have hundreds of Facebook friends with whom I interact on a regular basis.
Now, there are those who say that Facebook friends are fake friends. If that is their take, I am not going to try and convince them otherwise, I will just mourn for them that they have not found the amazing people that I have on social media. I have friends from around the world, a phenomenon that would have eluded me here in North Central Indiana if it were not for Facebook.
When I first got on Facebook about ten years ago, I began playing a Hatchling game. There were “nests” set up and eggs would randomly appear in the nests. One could connect with others playing the game so that there were more nests to explore, therefore increasing the chances of finding eggs, some of which were limited to only one day of availability. I connected with a woman, Denise May, who I found out later lived in Scotland. She was taking care of her two year old granddaughter who would climb upon her lap to help her “look for eggs for Nancy.” She and I exchanged family information, talked about her granddaughter, our hobbies, and just would occasionally chat about our day. She became someone I looked forward to interacting with. There were others along the way, but she and I seemed to make that connection on a daily basis.
When I got ready to move, I let her know that I would be off of Facebook for a while and was not sure when I would get back on. I had
become fairly addicted to the interactions and wasn’t sure it was a good use of my time. In the interim, I had become “friends” with her daughter and her sister also, so when I decided to get back on Facebook a year or so later, the first person I sent a message to was Denise. She didn’t answer for a while but I saw her daughter on there one day and sent her a message asking about her mother. It was with such a degree of shock and sadness that hit me when her daughter, Emma, told me that her mother had passed away unexpectedly a few months earlier. I mourned for my friend. I felt the same sense of loss that I felt for a lifelong friend that had passed away shortly before I moved. She was my friend.
Now, interestingly enough, the story does not end there. It was about a year ago that the granddaughter, Sadie, had established a Facebook presence. She got in touch and said that her mother had told her I wrote books. She asked if I would write a book for her. What evolved from that simple request was a set of children’s books in a series called Sadie’s Great Adventures. I am currently working on book Number Four in the series.
The moral of the story is simply this : Friendships can be found everywhere when we look for them and sometimes when we aren’t looking for them. Accept friendship whenever and wherever you can. Life is too short to avoid connections wherever you find them. Some friendships are surface, but some turn into amazing relationships. You never know until you give it a chance.
Something To Ponder