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Posted by MrsHaffly on Jul 8, 2010 in Ramblings | 2 commentsThe funny thing about social networking is that if you are a frequent poster about your day and it’s happenings people get a good overall sense of your personality and routine and this gives an illusion of knowing the real you. I had a real friend today comment that it never occurred to them to ask me about my day. They’ve read it.
But as much as I do post I am a pretty private person. You know what I want you to know. You see what I want you to see. And while you may have heard my jokes, my banter with friends, a political comment, and know every place I’ve been AND that I’ve got chiggers all over my legs, you don’t know my ‘real’ day, and you don’t really know me.
I guess I expect y’all to know that and that’s why we’re blog and facebook friends. It’s social networking. Surface. Friendly.
A real friend should know better. Right? That the sigh is a sad one, or the edge on a biting remark is a sign of more than irritation.
I’m just as guilty. I hear and see and talk to my friends and family all day. And not once do I dig deeper. Partly because it’s public and partly because I’m busy. But guilty just the same.
Take some time today to see your friends, to listen. And be there when they need you. It may just be the most important thing you do that day.
Live. Love. Laugh. There’s a new day to seize.


I know you do because you are a true friend. I have a few. There’s a big difference between friendly and friends. I’ve learned the difference a long time ago. And it’s people like you I trust enough to know it all. Love you too!
Very well said….I do my best to read between the lines and can come a little close to knowing what you’re going thru. Laughter is the greatest mask, it hides the stress, the tears and ache in your heart. But if there is a true connection, soul to soul, the real message is delivered.
Please know that I’m always here for you. If you need to laugh and forget, I’m here….If what you need is to remember and cry, I’m here for that too. Love ya, girl