Of Time Warps and Other Fascinating Aspects of The Human Mind...

Gotcha, didn't I? Seriously, it took me like an hour to think up that title. Well, not really.
Time Warp - what's the first thing you think of when you hear that? Now, come on, be honest.
I know some of you are singing in your head...yeah, Rocky Horror Picture Show...what? Hey, I watched it. I had the album. Guess what, I'm not going to hell. Oh, I said the H word. Yes, I'm in one of those moods.
After the week I've had since I last blogged, I'm not in any shape to discuss doctrine or anything remotely religious with you. I'm going to use the quote I stole from my dear friend Leslie Farthing, who lived with us for about half a year, who upon excusing herself from a rather heated doctrinal discussion one night, said. "I love Jesus, Jesus loves me, and that's all I have to say."
So tonight, as the wind blows a gale and I sit here surfing the Internet, I thought I'd talk about Facebook.

I love Facebook. Do you? Yep, there she goes asking those questions again... Come on, tell me you haven't spent hours looking for old friends, giggling over pictures from days gone by and, well, um..gawking...at what has become of some people.
I know I spend too much time on Facebook some days, but it's so easy to get caught up in people's lives isn't it? You know what they call you if you continually check out other people's profiles, right? A creeper.
Yeah, that's right. I'm trying to get away from that one.
As in all things in life, moderation is the key. I'm trying to figure out how to get rid of all the annoying things on Facebook like Applications. I mean really, who wants to be voted Miss Sexy or whatever it is? I don't think I have ever or will ever qualify for that award, thank you very much!
But I digress.
Although there are many things about Facebook that I love, I do have to wonder if there is a danger of getting stuck in a Time Warp. Remembering the 'good old days' when you didn't have screaming kids or melodramatic teenagers and bills up the wazoo. Nights when you could stay out 'till all hours because you could sleep until noon, the days when you were twenty or so odd pounds lighter, and could actually walk into a room and know why you went in there. Days when Billy Whathisface thought you were pretty hot stuff with your pink coveralls, roller skates, permed hair and watermelon lip gloss. Men at Work, Duran Duran and Billy Idol were all you needed. Yeah. Those were the days weren't they?
So along comes Facebook. All of a sudden you're not alone in your memories. They're coming to life on the page in front of you! It's a virtual class reuniion! So...what if you decide to look up BillyWhatisface and hey, he's still got it going on, is newly divorced and starts sending you messages?
NOW HOLD ON - this is NOT happening to me, I'm just saying, hypothetically...I can see this happening. Can't you? I mean, why do we call them 'the good old days'?
Because they were good!!
At least we thought they were. They still are - in our memories.
Our teeny, tiny, selective memories.
I can remember a lot of things like they happened yesterday. That doesn't mean I should.
Maybe they were good things, maybe they weren't, but they're done. Finito.
I do not believe that God intends us to live in the past.
I'm not sure why my memory works the way it does. I'd like to remember what I did an hour ago rather than what I was doing twenty years ago at this exact moment, but I haven't figured out how to do that yet.

I'm still trying to decide how I really feel about Facebook. I love the fact that I can interact with my 'now' friends, people who are a part of my life, my writing buddies, my sister, all my relatives and bff's, but I'm not so sure I like the way it takes me back to the past. Sure there are a lot of great things in my past, but there are other things, other memories and events, that I'd rather not be reminded of.
So why do you think we have such vivid memories of the past? Is it to punish us? To remind us on a daily basis how stupid we actually were?
I don't really know. No, not a punishment, I don't believe, but a reminder? Perhaps.

But by the grace of God go I.

If you don't know what that means yet, I promise you, at some point in your life, you will.
None of us are immune from the ways of this world. We're all going to make mistakes.
But only a handful of us will learn from them.
I don't know about you, but I'm going to enjoy Facebook for what it's worth.
To me.
If I feel like I'm getting sucked into that Time Warp, I'll remind myself that life really wasn't so hot underneath the disco lights. Those roller skates hurt my feet.
Rum Swizzles were...well, we won't even go there.
And my husband still doesn't like Watermelon flavored lipgloss.