On Facebook I was contacted by someone I used to know. Someone I spoke with when we were at High School. He used to be good looking, bright, had all kinds of dreams.
I would name him a friend.
Happily, I responded to his post.
It was not expected.
Llooking at his image, he is almost ugly, as he’d live a debauched life.. That would be shrug if he wasn’t posting terribly private stuff that makes me embarrassed to read.
Not privately posted, not a PM, but on his page one can read details of his private life.
I had expected to be having great memories and greater reports of his life today.
I friended him, and now, my account is full of his posts. I think he must make fifty posts to Facebook every day.
Fifty repulsive posts, with a twisted view of the world.