I think I was Preston, my real name. I’m Parakeet, now, and if that was someone else’s handle, holler and we can sort that out to your liking.
I was a bit of a lurker, though I did engage with some regularity and even made real world friends through the Murmurs of yore.
I am who I was but also so different, mostly from finding magic (and sometimes heartbreak) in life thus far, sometimes when expected, more often when not. Still Dad to two daughters who are now a few years out of college, one here in Raleigh, one in LA. Still husband to a patient best friend.
I am very active on Facebook and don’t particularly care that I am the product. I have connected with people from the earliest parts of my life through social media in ways I likely never would have, including leading up to in person reunions. Sure, people reveal what they want others to see, but I find social media can also allow for unique opportunities for authenticity free of some social constraints. Damn, that sounds strange and even concerning It’s not. But I am a good bit more myself online with colleagues who aren’t my closest friends, with members of my church where we only experience each other doing churchy stuff, etc. And once that formality is breached, we are better able to bloom in person (or avoid the hell out of each other).
I am glad to have this community back apart from social media’s own unique constraints and flaws. I first saw R.E.M. in 1983 at the age of 16, as did my wife (same show; we didn’t meet until a few months later, and we started dating less than 2 years later, which, to then 18 year olds seemed like decades), and Murmurs enriched the experience of being a fan of whom I begrudgingly confess as my favorite band (I struggle with “favorites” in music), and I am extremely thankful for that.
So, here’s how I describe myself in my FB bio, perhaps useful here: “ Anti-Political Party Activist * World’s Worst Dweezil Zappa Impersonator * 5 Syllable Ham Enthusiast.”