Please don't delete me. Pitfalls of social media.

Could write all this in my paper journal; keep my demons to myself.  But what's writing for anyway?  Could go off on that track but I'll attempt to stick to the point.

Despite my advanced years, somewhere inside I'm still an insecure kid who hates rejection. Another tangent there that I could go off on, but won't.  I'll spare you.

So this morning, I tapped on the Words With Friends app on my iPhone.  It buzzes and a message pops up.  My friend, my close friend, who I've kept even though he moved on from my school a couple of years ago, has rejected my request to play another game with him.  I did win the last one.  Perhaps he'd been giving me a chance to beat him before he dropped me from his play list?  He usually wins.  He's a maths teacher, but by god he can smash me at Words - let's face it, anyone can - even though it seems he invents words that defy all the resources of The Concise Macquarie app.  Invariably gets these 'gems' on triple word scores as well.

But there was the rejection. Believe it or not, my heart rate increased.  After a few deep breaths to calm myself, tell myself to grow up, I texted Dan:

"What?  No more words with friends?  How come??"

That was at 9:13 a.m.  (Yeah, I'm old.  I play on my iPhone while Al's in the kitchen reading the paper.)

At 10:34, Dan texts me back:

"Pressed the wrong button after too much wine start a new game please".  (Hope that message wasn't copyrighted, BTW, Dan.)

I'm so relieved.

So imagine how I felt when I discovered recently that my nephew's partner had un-friended me on Facebook.  So hurt!   Yet I barely know this woman, having met her only twice.  Can't imagine what I've done.  Only wanted to check out the latest pics of my gorgeous-looking great-nephew.  I try to shrug it off, but it's difficult.  Have I been cyber-bullied?  Am I feeling, albeit in middle age, something akin to what kids these days experience when they're being sent to Coventry on-line?

That rejection led me to check out my meagre list of friends to discover, to my interest, that my son's girlfriend has also 'deleted' me.  From Facebook and Twitter.  WTF??  Probably easy to work that one out, I suppose. Dare say my son's given to 'projection'.  I've been nothing but kind to this person but I can take no responsibility for what my son's communicated.  He blathers, as does his mother.

So by unburdening myself of all this, hope I can stop waking up at 3 a.m. and reprocessing it.  That's one reason I write.  There's so much turbulence in my head.  My brother-in-law described this as a radio constantly changing from station to station.  If I write it down, it fixes it and I can move on.

But now I'm going to be paranoid about my son's girlfriend reading this and being inadvertently hurt.

Think it's time to hit the Saturday market.  Maybe I can lose myself in running to the rescue in another petty crime.