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 <description>&lt;p&gt;I&#039;ve been having a great time on Facebook lately.  It&#039;s been so much&lt;br /&gt;
fun reconnecting with old friends, classmates, family and interacting&lt;br /&gt;
with current friends.  That&#039;s part of the reason why I adore the&lt;br /&gt;
Internet.  The miles between people are so few.  In a few minutes, I&lt;br /&gt;
can upload new pictures of the girls that can be seen instantly by the&lt;br /&gt;
family, friends and loved ones we have spread around the country.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;
you know, I&#039;m not one of those people that forgets others easily.  If&lt;br /&gt;
you spend time in my life, I think about you.  Maybe not often or all&lt;br /&gt;
the time, but definitely every once in a while.  I wonder about how&lt;br /&gt;
you&#039;re doing or what&#039;s going on in your life.  If the things I knew you&lt;br /&gt;
wanted came to pass.  If you&#039;re happy or sad or what has changed about&lt;br /&gt;
you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;About a week ago I sent a &amp;quot;friend&amp;quot; request to someone I had&lt;br /&gt;
known casually from an Internet group before Emily was born.  We had&lt;br /&gt;
never met, but for the time that we posted together, she came to know a&lt;br /&gt;
lot of things about me and I knew a lot about her.   Today I had my&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;friend&amp;quot; request rejected.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She just doesn&#039;t have time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m wondering....again.....what sort of life we lead, in general, if we&lt;br /&gt;
don&#039;t have time for one more contact, one more friend.  I wondered this&lt;br /&gt;
years ago when, at a scrapbook crop with people whom I doubted I would&lt;br /&gt;
be friends with (yet hoped to be friendly with) the group at large&lt;br /&gt;
agreed that they just had too many obligations to make any more friends.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;cricket cricket cricket&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Who are these people who are too busy for friends?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;
that night at the scrapbooking crop, I cut off contact with the people&lt;br /&gt;
who just didn&#039;t have time to make more friends.  Why extend myself to&lt;br /&gt;
them and why bother?  And, I feel the same way about my rejected&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;friend&amp;quot; request today.  Obviously this isn&#039;t the sort of person I want&lt;br /&gt;
to have a relationship with, no sour grapes intended (particularly&lt;br /&gt;
since the excuse of not having time to keep up with anyone else via a&lt;br /&gt;
social networking site that updates everyone at once seems a&lt;br /&gt;
little....fishy.  Or stupid.  I&#039;m not sure which  And I&#039;m not&lt;br /&gt;
interested relationships with fishy people or stupid people either).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;
it does, in my mind, post a larger question about the choices we make&lt;br /&gt;
as a society and about where we put importance.  I&#039;m not like Emily in&lt;br /&gt;
that I believe that everyone can be bosom buddies and that a few hours&lt;br /&gt;
spent in happy play equates to best friends.  I know as you enter&lt;br /&gt;
adulthood that real friendships are hard won and few and far between,&lt;br /&gt;
but the carte blanche rejection of general friendship across social&lt;br /&gt;
classes (the person who rejected my &amp;quot;friendship&amp;quot; today would consider&lt;br /&gt;
herself very urban and savvy and probably above the middle class&lt;br /&gt;
suburban moms who admitted to it as well)   is perplexing to me. &lt;br /&gt;
Particularly when the excuse given is &#039;out of time&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;
understand how hard it can be to manage families and obligations, work&lt;br /&gt;
and fun.  I&#039;m sitting right in the middle of it too, attempting to&lt;br /&gt;
balance Emily&#039;s school time, her need for a social life, Cadence&#039;s play&lt;br /&gt;
dates, Eric&#039;s work obligations, social outings and family obligations. &lt;br /&gt;
The only difference is, I&#039;m not managing my own work obligations (which&lt;br /&gt;
I probably make up for with Cadence&#039;s schedule), but there still seems&lt;br /&gt;
to be time inside of my admittedly busy life to reach out when I can to&lt;br /&gt;
those who reach towards me.   It doesn&#039;t make sense not to. What kind&lt;br /&gt;
of people have we become (myself included of course, because I&#039;m right&lt;br /&gt;
up there with people who can&#039;t find &amp;quot;time&amp;quot; to return e-mails or make&lt;br /&gt;
phone calls or, this year, send out Christmas cards) that we reject&lt;br /&gt;
connections with other human beings?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Doesn&#039;t that seem....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;......well......&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;....inhuman?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Isn&#039;t&lt;br /&gt;
our emotional connections to each other, our highly structured,&lt;br /&gt;
hierarchical relationships one of the things that sets us apart from&lt;br /&gt;
Mighty Joe Young and his band of primates?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Honestly, it&#039;s not&lt;br /&gt;
really about the Facebook thing.  My fondness for this person obviously&lt;br /&gt;
wasn&#039;t returned and I don&#039;t want to be a pity add. ;o)  As I tell Emily&lt;br /&gt;
multiple times a school year, we just can&#039;t all be friends with&lt;br /&gt;
everyone and that much is true, but we can always make time to lend an&lt;br /&gt;
ear, extend a hand and put ourselves out there into the greater&lt;br /&gt;
universe and wait for the good that will come back.&lt;/p&gt;
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