The Weirdness That Is Facebook

So today after work I had a quick drink in the “Jewlishous” Murray Hill, NYC.  About 98% of the time whenever I visit Murray Hill, I will usually see someone I went to high school with. At the bars, on the street, in a store, wherever.  This is because for some reason, the people I went to high school with all migrated to Murray Hill. I don’t know why. Anyway, this evening was different. It was weird and slightly disturbing. As I walked across 3rd Ave at 32nd St., I saw a dude I recognized. First I was like- where the hell do I know this guy from? Nope, I did not go to high school with him. No, I never worked with the guy. No, I never went on a date with him either!…Hmmmm….Hmmmmm….Ahhhhhhhh! Yes! He just got married to a girl I went to high school with and they just got back from their honeymoon! Awwwww, isn’t that sweet! And how do I know this you ask? Because I freakin saw the pictures someone posted on Facebook!  I am “friends” with a girl who is friends with this dude’s woman. Get it?  Anyway, this poor guy had no idea who I was. But I knew who he was. Oh boy! I knew his last name, I saw his engagement party pictures, I basically met his family. It’s a very odd and disturbing feeling.  I feel kinda dirty for knowing these things. Like a weird peeping Tom. oy