So, I have to admit that I’m still curious about the ST and what life is bringing her. I don’t like admitting that. That curiosity generally manifests itself in the desire to look up her facebook profile or to email her. You know, just poke in and see what’s going on. As it turns out, the unfriending of the ST on facebook was a precautionary measure that was very wise in retrospect; it keeps me from poking my nose in where it doesn’t belong. Gloriously, fb only lets me see her profile photo and that’s what brings me here today…
It’s been four months since the unfriending and the urge has hit me only once or twice since then to look her up.. Why? Good question. Glad you asked. Maybe it’s because my phone reminded me this week that her birthday was upcoming (damn technology). Or maybe I just like to remember all the good that was part of that friendship? I’ll be the first to admit that I have trouble remembering the badness, and never have trouble recounting the good. I’m just not built to hold grudges; even when I want to hold them I can’t.
So, I plugged her name into facebook and take a look at her profile pic. And what I see is a picture of her and I taken over a year ago with me cropped out.
Hmm.
Looking closer, she’s edited the picture such that the sign in the background reads “not all who wander are lost”.
Curious.
I generally find obviously cropped profile pictures in bad form; I take it a sign that you’re hiding something. Why not just pick another picture of you where it’s not so obvious that something is askew?
That aside, it makes me wonder how she views her life and the place our relationship took in it. Not that it matters now, obviously, but it is just odd to me that she’d choose to declare her not-lost-ness by cropping out an ex and placing a banner statement of soul-searching on top of it.
And why do I care enough to blog about this?
I think it’s just that I’m wishing that great friendships and relationships could stay that way. But knowing that they don’t makes you very thankful for the ones that do. Being cropped out in this case is not a big deal, particularly when weighed against all of the other great friendships in my life.