During our trip to France with the Parental Units (note to self: blog about France trip), I tried to convince Bernie he should open up a Facebook account. I thought since he finally had a camera phone and had actually learned how to send photo text messages, he might be ready to jump into the world of Facebook.
Last night, during my nightly-bus-ride-home-facebook-stalking-routine, I stumbled onto Marcus’ page, where I learned that he had just become friends with Bernie. Here is my thought process…
BERNIE HAS FACEBOOK! YAY! Oh, wait…I’m discovering this through Marcus’ page, meaning Bernie and Marcus are friends, and I am not friends with Bernie. And I have no pending friend requests. And now I am starting to cry.
Though a text conversation with Marcus I discovered that yes, Bernie had in fact requested to be friends with Marcus, or “sit at the cool-kids table” as Marcus put it.
So here I am, patiently waiting for Bernie to add me as a friend too, while I wipe away my tears and try to re-build my destroyed self-confidence. My own parent doesn’t even want to be friends with me.
Also, I was going to point out to AARP that I have a Facebook account, which obviously means that I’m too young to have a AARP membership, but then I realized that if Bernie has one…. (JUST KIDDING, BERN!)
*UPDATE: Bernie has now requested me to be his friend, but I'm not sure if I'm ready to accept. I need some time to heal my wounds.
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Me too! Marcus must be one special dude.
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