I was wishing happy birthday in Italian (showing off?) to an Italian friend (duh!) on Facebook, someone who was not among my group of Italian friends and whom I lost contact with now, except via Facebook. I just said "buon compleanno", but I felt a bit strange, which I often do when I get in touch via Facebook with someone I haven't kept contact with. I often think Facebook is a gallery of faces, many of them belonging to people that don't exist in my life anymore.
I find it strange that I have friends there which I only met briefly, two weeks in 2008 when I was doing one of the lousiest jobs I ever had (telemarketing). We were all in the same boat, all more talented, more deserving than what we were forced to do and it created a bond that is still present, that I can feel when they comment on my Wall. I do miss them. I miss my Italian friends even more I have to say. Sadly, I did not keep in touch with my friends from my acting class. Not at all. After all the promises, the very strong bond that is creating by sharing an art, nothing happened. We had one dinner. That was it. From my childhood and teenage years, I keep in contact with only a few friends.
A shame, really, but it is very difficult to keep in touch. More so when friends are basically all around the world. It is great to have people from so far away and from so many different cultures that you can call your friends, but they don't exactly live next door... So I am stuck with visiting the gallery of friends that is Facebook, and with my memories.
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