The other day, I was watching YouTube videos and I came across this one featuring a young Kristie Phillips doing a floor exercise routine.
This video is from 1986, when Kristie was about 14 and everyone thought she was the next Mary Lou Retton.
Kristie Phillips is my age. I used to watch her do gymnastics on TV all the time, even though I can't so much as turn a cartwheel myself. It's weird to see this video from '86 and notice how poor the quality of the picture is. It doesn't seem like 1986 was that long ago. Beware kids; time really flies. I am, by the way, still a fan of Kristie's. Check her out on YouTube. She's still doing gymnastics.
Anyway, someone commented on YouTube that Kristie looked kind of naked in the video. I hadn't noticed before I saw that comment, but sure enough, she kind of does look nude when the camera pans out and you see a shadow between her legs suggesting pubes. The greyish-white leotard against her really pale skin, coupled with the fuzzy picture from the poor video, does kind of make her look like she's not wearing anything.
I shared the video and commented that Kristie looks a bit naked. She probably didn't look naked when the video was clear, but a little snow on the screen can distort things. Next thing I know, I've been unfriended by someone. It was not someone I have a lot of dealings with; in fact, I just now figured out who did it.
A few years ago, I got added by a bunch of ex Mormons on Facebook. Gradually, as the years have passed, some of these people have fallen off my friends list. Usually, they ditch me, but sometimes I drop them. It happens. You realize you have nothing in common. Or you just decide to downsize your list of friends for whatever reason. Or someone says or does something offensive or is too religious or political and you just can't abide it anymore...
I remember the person who most recently unfriended me had mentioned that she had been abused as a child and is very sensitive to certain subject matter. Indeed, she was once in my Random Bullshit group on Facebook and left abruptly when I posted this...
Kermit the Frog is in Lego jail...
Apparently, a picture of a Kermit the Frog stuffed toy held down by Legos was too triggering for her and she had to leave our group. I hesitate to judge the lady for being disturbed by this, though. I am, after all, disturbed by pictures of mushrooms. Incidentally, some mushrooms also look kind of obscene.
See what I mean?
Well, after she left my group, we remained "friends" for a bit longer. I'd say it's been at least a year or so. And then with a random poor quality video of teenaged Kristie Phillips doing gymnastics in a pale leotard and my comment that Kristie looks naked, she'd finally had enough and vanished.
I'm not really offended, actually, since it wasn't someone I knew personally. I have no idea what was in her past that makes her feel so skeeved out over this stuff. I'm sorry I inadvertently triggered her. It certainly wasn't intentional. On the other hand, you have to do what is best for yourself. There's no doubt that I would have triggered her again at some point, so it's probably for the best that she removed herself from my list.
Once again, I wish Facebook would let people hide their friend count from themselves. I don't need to know exactly how many "friends" are on my list or when they've finally had enough of me.
I noticed yesterday, after I posted my TMI story about Bill's and my "failure to connect", someone unliked my Facebook page for this blog. It kind of made me feel bad, even though I understand it's not really personal. Once again, I recognize that my humor isn't for everyone and plenty of people don't like me. On the other hand, once again, I'm reminded that real friends... the kind who actually know you and your history... are hard to come by these days. I think social media has made them even harder to find.
At one time, when you made a friend, you usually made them the old fashioned way. You'd often have to meet them face to face. Sure, people had pen pals back in the day and some people kept in touch with phone calls and letters after a long distance move. But, for the most part, having friends meant staying geographically nearby and seeing them face to face on a regular basis.
Now that we have Facebook, we can be "friends" with people we've never actually met and don't really know. I do have a few people on my list that I haven't met but still feel like a real friendship has developed. I have a few friends I knew at an earlier time but feel like I don't know anymore. And I also have some friends I knew casually twenty years ago, but feel more connected to now. As always, there are also some people on my Facebook friends list who are now and will probably always be strangers to me.
I don't know what happened to this woman in her past that makes pictures of Kermit the Frog in bondage so upsetting. There's no way I could know because we didn't actually have a friendship. On the other hand, I have another friend that I got to know well when we were Peace Corps Volunteers. We're still friends today. Once, I upset her by playing George Carlin's routine about rape and his idea that a person can joke about anything. At the time, I agreed with George. As I've gotten older, a few topics have come up that are not funny to me, but are to other people. I suppose I can't expect other people to know what will be upsetting to me, just as I can't know what triggers any one person.
In any case, for any readers who are annoyed or triggered by things I write, please know that I'm really not trying to trigger anyone. Most of what I write here is spew cranked out by my sometimes unconventional thought patterns. You can check out any time you like. I'll probably notice and might feel bad about it for a few minutes. It's doubtful I'll change, though. I'm weird for life.