Growing up is weird.
Suddenly you realize your family is full of people.
PEOPLE WITH FACEBOOKS.
And after months of seeing the elders of my flesh & blood commenting on my cousins’ pictures and liking their daughter’s best friend’s status updates, it has happened.
I have received my first Facebook request from one of my middle-aged relatives.
Am I ready to accept them ?
In all their tagged photoed glory ?
I don’t know yet.
It’s daunting to say the least.
Who knows what kind of shit gets posted on their wall !
I guess I’m going to find out.
Most likely scenario, they are just normal women who like Avon and Tupperware who are curious as to what I have been up to since I stopped playing with Trolls and wearing Tankinis and will be shocked to learn that my day to day life is comprised of waking up, pathologically making my bed, sitting on the internets for eight hours, writing unabashedly vain and trite blogs, having some twitter-spasms that no one on Facebook understands as my status most of the time (but I get off on causing confusions & wtf-ing people out so that’s cool), sending links via ichatz to EFriends, tricking people into reading my stuff on every social networking site known to man, going home and going on adventures that usually involve a lot of galavanting, good music, devilishly dashing men and dangerous drinking sequences (IE: wine then tequila then beer & repeat) to wake up the next morning and do it all over again.
Yep, that is my life.
AND IT RULES.
But the probability of my senior kinsfolk LOLing over my kitschy interwebzical antics or appreciating my RL tomfoolery is dubious.
The thing is, you can’t NOT accept the friend request.
Not accepting family friend requests is like not buying them a Christmas present.
Straight snubbin’ !
It looks like I have no choice.
Unless I want to potentially risk less Christmas presents.
(Not a good look at all, BTW).
So, I am going to have to accept them.
And they are going to have to accept me.
They’ll dig it or they wont and either way I doubt any of them will want to discuss Cake Farts over our next holiday dining experience.
Besides, if all else fails they’re going to blame my parents anyway.
