Over the past year, I've had many people ask me, "Do you have a My Space page?" or "Aren't you on Facebook?" In many ways, I was avoiding it; almost hoping it would become a phase- and after a while, disappear and be replaced by something else. (Kind of like the Palm Pilot dissolved into thin air and was replaced by the Blackberry.)

When a friend of mine told me she had reconnected with a long lost friend from high school through Facebook, I caved. I thought the "sign in" would be easy. Immediately, I am annoyed at the process of joining when I have to answer questions, post pictures, and ask people to become my "friends". I totally felt like I was 14 again- walking around the cafeteria with my "Flock of Seagulls" haircut, trying to find someone to sit next to me. And you can't just "add" friends either. They have to "confirm" you exist. As I reach out to former classmates, my high school "inner child" (now a junior- wearing tons of blue eyeliner, and a sweater slightly oversized and off the shoulder) feels fragile. I reach out to some people I haven't talked to in decades, hoping to be "accepted". Some don't respond. "What the hell?" I wonder. "Maybe they don't DO Facebook very often?"

The other night over dinner, I was telling my husband about some of the people I've found while using Facebook. "Do you have a page?" I asked him. He took a minute and looked at me and laughed. "Why the fuck would I bother with that? It's retarded. Who wants to re-live high school?"

Not me. But it's still fun to be talking to Adam Lupel and Mike Brownsberger again.