Ode to those people you can't find on facebook....
For awhile now, I’ve been thinking that the best thing one can do for one’s social media life is not have one.
Every year or so I think about my old friend Mr.Smith. I met him my freshman year in college on the wrestling team. He was a lanky kid smoked a lot of hash and always wore a ski cap. He dated petite blond girls from Kansas but saved his love for his snow board. Anyhow, when I do think of him I immediately jump on facebook and see if I he has a “social media presence.”
He doesn’t. Unless he goes by some other name now. And I make up all kinds of crazy stories about him.
Maybe he’s a spy, or a former spy who now helps people in distress, or a drug runner dragging hash from Mexico through California and into Colorado. Maybe he dates a supermodel or an aspiring actress. Maybe he’s a bum who hitchhikes all over the country gets an odd job stays long enough until he has enough money to leave then hits the road again. Maybe he’s an enterprising entrepreneur.
Maybe he’s a chef.
Some…
