I chose Tuesday to announce on Facebook the big news that Husband and I are going to be parents to more than a furry, attitude-filled dog this September. I battled back and worth as to whether to announce it at all on the Book. The Book is weird, and voyeuristic, and I tend to be a dramatic worrier, so I wanted to get through all those first hurdles before I went on the interwebs to explain my fatness.
I tried to justify to myself that I didn't need to announce anything on Facebook, because this was our personal/private news. Whatever. I wanted the attention. I think that's a symptom of being pregnant, or a symptom of being Kathy, either way, I secretly wanted the accolades. No need to lie about it.
So, I announced, and I was overwhelmed with the kind words and many congrats. Yay Kathy! You are virtually loved! Or so I thought. At the end of the day, I noticed I had lost three "friends." Hmmmm, that's pretty strange. So I decided that the reason these three people unfriended me on the day I announced I was going to be a first-time mom had to be one of the following:
1. They hate babies. It's true, there are people out there that hate babies. They also hate puppies. And rainbows. And sunshine. And otters. They knock ice cream out of little kids hands. So now that I am on the cusp of having one of those squishy tagalongs, they can't be my electronic friend.
2. They hate the idea that I will be a mom. While not very nice, I get it. I'm scattered and dramatic, like to drink dark beer, and have been known to cuss once or twice year. I may not be the ideal parent, this is true. But Husband is gentle and kind, so he should balance out all my bad qualities. And besides, I will teach this little girl all about sports and shoes and politics, and most importantly, the fine art of sarcasm. Obviously, these three people just don't believe in me. Their loss.
3. They hate me. Merely by coincidence, three people made the decision, "I just can't take anymore of Kathy's nonsense. She is no longer my friend. We are done. She is dead to me!" And then they threw the plate with my name on it into the fire (Joe Schmo Show anyone?) Granted, I don't believe in coincidence, so this isn't a realistic option.
Losing Facebook friends is a very strange feeling. My inner 16-year old wants to write them a note and ask them why we aren't friends anymore. But the realistic version of myself figures, since I'm not even sure who the three former friends are, we probably weren't that close anyway.
While we weren't necessarily "chummy" in high school ... I couldn't bear to unfriend you now. I would never receive your Not Kathy blog updates!! They make me laugh! Occasionally, this make me question WHY I didn't make more friends in high school - but who knew "the Book" would joyously take us back to that same awkwardness 15 years later. I think now I'll go back to my own clique and gossip about why you've been shunned ... ;)
ReplyDeleteI think you should "out" them on your blog. That'll show them. Congrats on your new arrival! When I'd your due date?
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