Obviously Facebook 's algorithms aren't that great, especially when it comes to recommending people to me. I have one "friend" who is my motorcycle mechanic. He's been in the joint and found Jesus, and he has a great work ethic in a business populated with assholes and underachievers. The thing is, he's friends with a lot of young ladies and they end up dominating my suggestions. Most of them are college girls and twenty-somethings employed at one of the myriad breastaurants that populate the North Texas landscape, with the occasional empowered lapdance engineer thrown in.
I've taken to checking out all of their profiles mainly to see what they are like. Last night though, I was stunned when t turned out that the profile on which I was creeping, one filled with the usual aphorisms posted by so many women , was that of a dead person. The posts were intermixed with posts written by her boyfriend and constituted a diary-like discussion telling her of the day's events and how much he missed her.
I wasn't sure what to think. I don't suffer maudlin sentiment, but this was different. Here was a man writing in a very public diary. (Keep in mind that this was a public profile.) I didn't know what to think. I myself wouldn't do such a thing, but this is fairly prevalent. I don't suffer maudlin sentiment, but this was far more visceral and personal. It transcended the flowers and white cross on the side of the road, or the memento mori stickers on the back windows of pickup trucks.
Can someone move on from grief if they somehow think they are conversing with the dead through Facebook? Is it simply just a new medium for catharsis, one that replaces the act of writing to the dead?