Once upon a time, when we walked the woods with friends and took divergent paths, we just lost track of those friends.
But now there’s Facebook, and it’s as if all the trees between us have suddenly disappeared, revealing the choices our friends have made.
Last night I received a Facebook message from a friend from college. I clicked on his profile, wanting to be sure that this was the friend I remembered. And it was. But it wasn’t.
In the time since we last knew each other, my friend has moved from one side of the political spectrum to the far end of the other. If my profile were less private, he would have discovered the same thing about me. In college, he was slightly left of center, and I was more than slightly right of center. We must have passed each other in the middle, sometime in the last fifteen years, because now he’s a fan of Michelle Bachmann, and I’m a fan of Rachel Maddow.