Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life

Sunday, September 18, 2011

With "Friends" like these...

Sometimes I click on the "Find Friends" link and scan through the names. Not because I'm looking for more friends but because I find it interesting to see who FB thinks I might know.

For a lot of the suggestions, the connection is obvious -- they might be friends with a lot of my writer friends (suggesting they too are a writer/blogger) or they might be friends with a bunch of parents from the kids' school (suggesting a fellow parent I haven't met yet.)

A few, however, show no friends in common which is interesting too. I imagine we must have some shared attribute other than friends -- perhaps we both like Firefly or are interested in colonial coppers. (I'll have to look into that.)

What I find most intriguing, however, is the occasional suggestion with whom I share several friends but whose common friends are not related. We might share a connection with a parent, a writer, and an activist, none of whom know each other. Or perhaps a music person, a neighbor, and a relative. Clearly, Facebook thinks that if all these disparate people know both of us, we likely know each other -- a fair assumption.

But why do we have these divergent paths connecting us? Why one writer and not the others? What about the guy who is friends with a parent and a music friend? Is it because of their jobs? Does the fact that one is a lesbian and the other very liberal have anything to do with it? Are they perhaps all neighbors and I just didn't realize it? Could they all be related?

These oddball connections are mind-boggling to me. It fascinates me that people, myself included, inhabit multiple worlds and sometimes those worlds overlap. Each of us is not simply a parent or a writer or a Land Rover owner or any other single category, but a multifaceted conglomeration of many interests, professions, and other aspects, some of which we may not even think about most of the time.

It also goes to show what a very, very small world this really is.

Journal Description

My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.