I have few Fubar friends of my own. It seems in this vast ocean of people, I swim in a small pond. I like it this way. If I wanted the big fish, I’d swim out. I don’t. I like the warm, the small, the cozy, the familiar. What I’ve discovered is that my friends do too.
I started with about two, Sug and Fitches. I met more and guess who they knew? Sug and Fitches. I even met a few on my own and without exception, somewhere on their list of established friends was another friend of mine. No introduction. No first dance. No gloved hand. Just the immediate intimacy of my small pond. Again and again.
I went so far as to meet a couple new people and they then met Fitches. Always the same comment: “Fitches, good people.” This I know. That’s why he’s in my family and my small pond. Strangely, Fitches’ friends are far more discriminating. I’ve never been approached by a friend of his saying: “Hey, you know Fitches. You’re in.” Nope. They’re way too smart for that, I guess. So too, some saw Sug’s postings on my page and sought her out (if you don’t know Sug, seek her out. She’s the shit).
I’ve even mocked a few attention whores (a common pastime of mine to which Fitches refers as “tomfoolery”) only to find they know someone in my (and I use that word not to show possessiveness, but propinquity) pond. One woman even asked “Are you after me because of Sugar? If she has a problem with me, she should approach me directly instead of sending her minion.” How she knew I was her minion, although never sent, I’ll never know. It’s not like I advertised my first crush, on Sug. (Ok, I did. Every chance I got, but still, how would Attention Whore know when I had never been to her page before?) And, once I knew Attention Whore knew Sug, I called off the dogs. For Sug, I’m a puppy (drooling, wide eyed and in need of castration).
All this to point out we, small-ponders, have similar tastes, appreciations and admirations not only in interests, but in people. I often wonder, when I stumble on another small-ponder (invariably previously existent on one of my friend’s friend’s list), whether this is a conspiracy. It is not.
Outside of Fubar, I mix with people I would otherwise not normally mix from all walks; from CEOs to homeless, from cops to criminals, from saints to sinners. On Fubar? Only the small-ponders. And, I like it that way. I like the mutual appreciation we seem to share, because , despite nepotism and inbreeding’s obvious drawbacks (STD’s run wild. Thank Sug for doing her part to spread ‘em), they have their rewards; they have “family.”
[No, Sug has no STD (although it’s my fantasy to confirm firsthand). It’s an illustration.]
