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Not gonna lie, this is dangerous territory for us. My subconscious is a tripping hazard.
You know, as I sit in the doctor's office, waiting to be called next, I tend to scroll Facebook - looking into the lives of some of my friends, followers and, followees(?) (Like, those that I follow? Is that a word? Well, it is now. I hereby dub it so. Not like I have that power or anything. Look. Don't judge me. I'm just a guy looking to do fun things... anyway, I digress... besides, I'm tired of typing inside of parentheses. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to my story. Where was I - ah, yes. Followees.)
As I scroll Facebook, I often wonder how some of you know each other. I see friend recommendations all the time. Like, people I knew back in high school - who are friends with people that I know from other web sites or other groups of friends who I would never, in a million years, think they'd ever be friends with each other - or even know each other. For many reasons - like, they live in a completely different state, or country, for that matter.
Do I dare say that they met through me? Or, was it some other person we have in common that maybe somewhere down the line, they liked the same post?
Ok, so these are just some of the ramblings that go on in my head while I sit and wait at the doctor's office.
Yeah, ok, fine. Yes, everything went well. It's just a 6 month check in to see if all the things are still working as they should. Though, why you have to poke me with a needle is beyond me. I hate needles. |
