Ongoing Process

If you haven’t seen this yet, you really need to.

There are literally people cheering in the streets of Burlington, Vermont.

God, I love this town. 

I have just voted for, among other things, who I would like to be the next president of the United States of America.  I voted for Barack Obama.  I don’t believe that he’s quite the avatar of shining hope that he’s made out to be, but I do believe he’s probably the best candidate to cross the ballot in my lifetime.  Certainly the best since I’ve been of voting age.  So here’s hoping they don’t manage to rig another election and that America is finally ready to try to do something different.

We could make this the start of something really good.  So let’s do that. 

I now have 30 friends on Facebook, which is rather remarkable considering my socialization habits in conjunction with my tendency to befriend non-’Net people.

The trouble is, of those exactly 4 are people that I actually speak to on a regular basis.  Another 4 are friends that I don’t talk to much but like to keep up with.  Another 11 aren’t exactly friends, but are people that have been in my life that it’s nice to know about.  The other 11, over a third of the total, are people that I’ve had some degree of contact with at some point in time (many from long, long ago and some I had literally forgotten had ever existed) who have somehow found me and sent a friend invitation that felt rude to refuse.

Is it rude to refuse?  Is it even more rude to change your mind and punt them after the fact?