Good old Facebook. It is through no fault of my own, that I have recently been reminded of He-who-must-not-be-named, and the goings on of a previous lifetime.
This is one deep flaw with social media. It is impossible to forget the drunken nights, the failed relationships.
And even if you delete all evidence on your profile, it is surely to reappear on someone else’s.
The thing is Facebook, in general, I’m not that interested in what I was doing on this day 4 years ago. And I’m not that keen on your bringing up old “memorable” status updates, or telling me that I might want to be friends with The Ex’s mother.
Because for the first time in my life, I am no longer living in the past. I’m not interested in reminiscing about what might have been any more. For one very simple reason – I am deeply and contently happy for the first time in a very long time. The past no longer interests me, because quite frankly I’m just far too excited about what the future holds.
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