The recent fuss over Brexit (Britain’s exit from the EU) has provided me with a chance to Spring Clean my Social Media.
Friends are all well and good but they come in all shades of grey (in its pre-ELJames meaning).
So it stands to reason that at the opposite end of a spectrum to closest buddies and lovers are those folk who have either drifted away or wheedled their way in.
Brexit, like many events, gives an opportunity to reflect.
People reflect their true nature by the things they say and do.
Life is too short to drown in bile and suffer vitriol.
The nature of social media allows us to call folk “friends” when we barely know them or maybe knew them as teens all those years ago. My daughters have hundreds of “friends”.
This bunch, for me my old school buddies, has proved the most disappointing.
At 50+ we vary from beautiful “love and light”, violin playing grannies to quasi-young bigots.
Life distorts and deranges us until our only link to the youth we were is a vague physical resemblance.
Sometimes this is good. Wild young idiots become homogenised into the general mass. Their destructive leanings are watered down and they start to play a constructive role in society.
Sometimes, it’s bad, as experience knocks us onto tracks leading to dark forests with no way out (at least two of my year are currently doing time).
What we do have is the power to control who we have in our lives.
Which I do.
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