I have Facebook from years back, I just don't care to use it. I might be on it for 5 minutes every few months and I do not reply to messages. I may accept friends requests for the sake of civility, but I have not posted in years, so there's no real point to it.
Today I decided to browse through, and see what people I knew from 2003-2007 have been up to. Many of them are proud parents. Their children are in their profile pictures and all over their timelines. Parenthood has become their identity. That's human and I guess I understand.
Many have never moved from their hometowns. I'm not surprised, those particular people I remember to be exceptionally stupid. Their selfies are often bizarre, including one a monochrome one where a dude is naked from the waist-up, covered in a blanket from the waist-down. His backstory of manslaughter of a woman and the child in her womb makes this all the more odd.
A lot of people are really loving their meme images. They post these:
I look at all of this and I realize why I was such a negative person. These people are nauseating and plain. They've got blank Midwest rural stares.
A few turned out exceptionally well. Some of my old friends have become models, or teachers in prestigious universities (two people). A girl I almost dated has become a very successful blogger. Those threw me for a loop, because they expected me to be on a similar trajectory, but these people found an abundance. Probably through perseverance. And I remain my negative self.