The other night as I was reading in bed (and pondering life etc), Clint came in ready to go to bed. To him going to bed means it is time to sleep. (Silly man!) To me? It means, let’s talk!
So as he began to crawl into bed I looked at him and said, “My worlds are colliding, honey.”
I saw him pause. No doubt debating whether or not to ignore me and pretend I was not trying to start a converstaion or answer me. I knew he was weighing the odds as to which would get him to sleep sooner. The smart man chose to answer me knowing that I would talk whether he answered or not. Ignoring me would just make it harder on him
“What do you mean ‘colliding’ honey?”
So glad he chose to chat I began with my explanation.
“Remember how way back when I signed up for Facebook. My blogging friends and co-workers were there and it looked like a great way to keep in touch.”
“Are you even listening?”
“Okay, so then a few of my PTA friends found me and friended me. P.T.A. people. They see my online world. Now, I know they know my online world is there but now they are a part of it.”
I poked him because surely he was not paying attention like he should.
“Okay. So you have online friends and PTA friends on Facebook. So?”
I rolled my eyes. Does this man even get it?
“Wait. It gets better.”
“Really?” he replied, “because this is riveting so far.”
(Yes, that got him an elbow.)
“So now? Now, half of my high school is now on Facebook, too. I mean, all of my compartmentalized worlds are now all mixing together in one place. People I have not spoken to in years are suddenly seeing me 20 years later as I am today. Strange, huh?’
“Is the answer yes?”
“So, now I find messages on my wall from blogging friends, high school friends, co-workers, PTA. They are all there. In one place. Bizzarre.”
He sighed and asked, “So what? I mean, are you the same person to all of these people or are you a different Jenn to each group?”
Rolling my eyes, I replied, “Please! Like I even know how to be anyone but who I am. I learned that years ago. I am the same person. I let it all hang out with any and all of them. Are you calling me two-faced or phoney?’
I saw the look cross his face wondering how he was suddenly in the hot seat for no apparent reason. (Sometimes it is just fun to mess with him.)
“So what you are saying is that it is a problem that all of your worlds are colliding?”
“No. I never said it was a problem. I was just making a statement.”
“So what is the point of this dilemma?”
“Oh, there is no dilemma. I was just telling you this interesting fact of my life.”
He rolled over and turned off the light.
“What? I’m just sayin’! Goodness.”
I guess this is why he tries to avoid my late night babble-assing. Who could blame him?
But still. It is fun to mess with him at times.