Facebook makes my head hurt

Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one who has a huge gaping hole in her memory.  I barely remember anything before kids.  It’s as if my whole psyche has sucked up all the available neutrons in my brain with the sole goal of ensuring the survival of all my children -- they take up a lot of room.

Unfortunately, that means that I remember roughly five people from high school.  Sometimes people I don’t remember send friend requests.  If we have friends in common or they went to my high school I accept.  I don’t send emails asking if I know them anymore because I think I offended someone that I didn’t remember them when we had several classes together and for all I know we ate lunch together every day for three years.

I got a friend request about a month ago from someone I didn’t know.  But we had one friend in common and she was from my hometown so I thought maybe I knew her.  Then she sent me an email asking how I was and what was going on in my life.  Her profile picture was a tomato and the only person I knew with her last name was about ten years younger than me that I used to baby sit.  Was that her?  I didn’t know.  I pretended I did and emailed back.  I probably was a little distant.

Three days ago she changed her profile picture.   Wait for it . . . she was one of my best friends in elementary school!  (I plead extenuating circumstances as she goes by a shortened version of her name now and I didn’t know her married name.)  Naturally, I sent her an email pleading dork, and admitting that I had no idea who she was before.  I was very happy to hear from her and I told her I missed her very much when she moved away.

She thought it was hilarious that I didn’t know who she was.  And five emails later I found out she never moved away and in fact her mom lives in the same house.  I think I better dig out my old yearbooks and study because Facebook is kicking my butt!