My aunt recently joined social media and it is slowly becoming the defining feature of what remains our somewhat shaky, tenuous-but-working-on-it relationship. Really.
My aunt has always been more of a senior sister to me: still young enough to be relatable, but just older enough as to throw scandalous suspicion on our outings together. You know.
A “cool mom” type.
We drifted apart as I grew older, and she grew still older. The reasons were mostly philosophical in nature but damn real nevertheless. I fought for them, back in the day. I really did.
Given the chance, I suppose I wouldn’t have it any other way. Though way less swears probably would have helped.
It’s a shame.
… slowly, slowly, we began to reconnect, memory and emotion dulled and blunted by the passing of time, time, time.
And now she wants to be my “Friend”.
When we see each other, that’s almost all she ever asks me now: “Why don’t you ‘Friend’ me? Why don’t you ‘Friend’ me?” A simple request that’s simple enough.
And yet I hesitate, my natural inclination being to question motive. To cross-examine expectations. To scrutinize hearts evidently on sleeves. You’d be surprised.
Social media is exciting to the newly initiated for as long as it stays that way. When you start, you want the instant gratification that comes with having/pursuing/generating LOTS of it, and the more the merrier etc., etc., etc. That could be about all she’s after. I, then, would be incidental and that kind of works for me.
On the other hand…
Perhaps her request is really just a ploy to gain access to information she can pick and choose from, information that admittedly, yes, OK. I put out there in the first place but I can’t possibly be expected to remember absolutely everything that I say that I do and think when I post can I? Point is. She’ll know some Things, which means I’ll have to assume she knows All the Things, and it won’t really matter that I won’t or can’t ever really know what she really knows. You know?
It may be that she really wants to get to know me and is using what’s available because that’s just where we’re at right now, and given our history, well, that’s progress? Even though the me she will get to know will be the me that I want to be known or at least hope to be known or at the very least want to be seen as because there’s not much else involved than that right there when it comes right down to it.
So, is that good enough? And is it a starting point or a finishing line? A means or an end?
It could be better than nothing.