O Facebook thou art my blessing and my curse.

I love the Facebook. I hate the Facebook!

Love: that I’ve re-found a bunch of people who I haven’t seen since high school or university.

Hate: thinking about exactly how many years it’s been since we’ve seen each other.

I mean, I can’t believe that I graduated from university for the second time eight years ago next month. Eight years. I really feel weird about that. It seems like not that long ago that we were all just starting there. My first year there, the only “internet” available was e-mail, in the library, and it took 20 minutes to load your inbox. Second year, there were four computers that had this magical thing called the “Internet”. In fact, I didn’t actually visit the university computer lab until well into my third year– I had a typewriter in my room, what did I need a computer for? I remember one class we had, where the professor was in Halifax and we were out in the sticks, so we had to do some kind of web conferencing for our class. THAT was hilarious. Basically, since the prof couldn’t see us, we all sat there making faces at him while his huge head loomed onscreen, asking us questions. Kind of like the Wizard of Oz, only instead of munchkins, he had a bunch of surly 20-year-olds who just wanted to get out to the bar. Yep, we were really mature. But OH, it was fun.

Anyway. Now many of us are parents. One guy is a ‘famous‘ actor. One of us has died. Some of us are on our second spouses (or second divorce, in one case). It just seems weird. I keep thinking “But we’re all so young! So much has happened to all us young people!” when, really, we’re… not young? But how can that be? HOW?

Just ten minutes ago we were fooling around with a ouija board, convincing Sheri-Lynn that her room was haunted… what the heck? How did we get OLD?