Like, Please : 50 second read by Farriz Mashudi 07/07/2020
I re-joined Facebook.
When they wiped out my life-story a decade ago, when they introduced Timeline, I swore to never return. Yet, here I am. For real. Not scamming.
“We’ve missed you,” an old school friend says.
“Me, too,” I reply, being Facebook correct. Happy face emoji. Thumbs up.
I reconnected with university mates as well last week, or was it the week before. The WhatsApp Group is called ‘30 Years Later’. It has been that long. Some of our kids are older than we were when our group was real, meeting in the flesh that is. Now we were scheduled to ZOOM. Can’t believe we’re doing this.
It’s got to have something to do with COVID-19. Made us all soft in the head. Soft-hearted. Missing our old life, old people, old friends.
Making us make time again.
Sorry it’s taken so long folks. And ‘Thank You, Coronavirus’… Nowhere to go for Coffee with buddies, lots of cups of tea have helped us keep going at home and online.
Nowhere to travel; Should I travel; Should I stay; Could I return. — Floating questions become futile statements staying unanswered for so long.
Likers, Friends and Followers… we adapt to new realities. Time to tweet more and Insta then, with resident IT Support kicking around whilst the kids remain in captivity. Who’s being home-schooled, really? [Insert wink.]