My Peeps

When I was twelve I had a pen pal. Letters came back and forth months at a time. I waited a long time for words from my Peep. Not anymore. Now I have Facebook Pen Pals. Their words come instantly. Good words. Bad words. Kind words. Crazy words. Like when I was 12, some I know very little about. Just what they write. Some were complete strangers until we started playing word games. Others were long lost peers I never intended to keep in touch with again. But I did. They all have one thing in common. They "friended" me. Friending was not led by thought or reason of any kind at first. If they asked, I said yes. At one time I had 1800 Facebook "friends" But then I remembered. Some people are mean. They say mean things. They write mean things. I had to let them go. I unfriended them. In a few weeks, I unfriended over three hundred of them. I am down to 1500 Facebook friends. Because the others were just not enough like me to keep. Worse, their words made me sad. They never stopped being mean. The rest are pen pals. I know little about them but their words...