So this morning I friended my son. I would have friended his S.O. as well, but I couldn't remember a last name. What kind of weird crap is that to be saying? The word is an aggravating stretch, just by itself. Verbing nouns is old enough, and somehow it still hits a nerve. It's done for that reason, of course -- not sure how that counts as fun, but there it is.

But the main issue is connecting with the boy in that way. He's not a boy, of course. He's out there on his own, a man in his own right. Yet he's still the shaggy goofball he's always been. He still talks about the games he's always cared about and giggles with his pals over the nonsense of other pals. He drinks now. Or anyway, he drinks in my presence. And he's all cuddly toward the S.O., which is different from the past. Yet he's still him.

That's a good thing. I like him as a man, in addition to loving him as my son. So I guess it makes sense that I would friend him. I worry a bit what he'll think about whatever he discovers about my other friends, or at least those I've friended in a visible way. But hell, what could happen. These are all interesting, fun people with nothing terrible about them. It's just anxiety over the overlap between spheres of my life.

And I have to admit it's also anxiety about the passage of time and all the changes in my life. None of that is his fault, nor is it Facebook's. Just a new lens through which to view what's going on.