Christopher and I met at Pita Vera sometime before he went to law school with Whitney.
Alexander and I met at Champ’s where he gave me the phrase, “the anthropology of your life.”
I apologized to Kristen for fighting with her at a party at that Italian place on Main Street – what was it called again?
Matt and I had breakfast in Charlottesville – I remember I had sausage – before I got in my car and drove back to Blacksburg – and got a reckless driving speeding ticket in the process.
Jessica and I spoke before she left for Ukraine, also at Pita Vera.
I cheated a bit when it came to Maggie. I added her back on Facebook because I attended her wedding.
And eventually I cheated with a lot more people – I added Emily after chatting with her at a restaurant in the southern part of NoVA. I added Jackie after stopping by her housewarming party.
The interview thing became more and more awkward to bring up. Because I wasn’t doing anything with the interviews. They were just sitting on various hard drives. Pulsing. Like radioactive meteors.
I didn’t really want to go near them once they were over.
In the summer of 2011, I announced on my Facebook that I was deactivating the account in order to reconnect with —
You know what? I’ve written this before and I’ll end up writing it again and, theoretically, a good portion of you know what I did, so why am I repeating myself?
I made a mistake is what I did. Probably. I don’t know.
Except that I didn’t get sucked into Facebook Culture, at least. The new, tangible way to keep up with the Joneses. A service that seemed to be turning all of my twentysomething friends into middle-aged gossips. But the deactivation of my original Facebook led to something potentially worse —
Which is another topic I’ve written about before, deleted, and will have to write about again. So I won’t get into it here. But suffice it to say, it has taken me more than 3 hours just to get this far into this short little blog post, because I’m no longer used to developing thoughts longer than 140 characters. And it’s frustrating as hell.
The spoiler alert is that I found it all too hard, just like that one commenter on the Faceback blog said. First, I had to somehow track down Facebook people without Facebook. Then I had to run through a list of predetermined questions that were designed to make us both uncomfortable. Because I was trying to be an authentic journalist-slash-artist or some bullshit. Then I had to keep that wound open and put our personal business on a website for the entire world to see – that’s if the blog got popular. And if it wasn’t popular, then what was the point?
No, there were too many sources of social anxiety there. I made it too hard. And as a result, I sped up the natural process of growing apart. I isolated myself.
Five years later – The Faceback Project is indefinitely suspended. Or at least, it’s no longer centered around keeping people out of my life until I can give our prior relationship an arbitrary postmortem.
If I’m going to write about the people in my life, it’s not going to be hitched to a gimmick.