On this lovely Friday, I have been contemplating the permanence of my own existence.

What do others remember of me? Good things, I should hope. But regardless, memories fade. I will be "that girl who did ____" eventually, at least to most people. I do not wish to be forgotten, and it's long been one of my biggest fears.

I suppose this is what could be called an existential crisis.

My online accounts will exist as long as the servers are not cleaned out, and as long as the website exists. If Facebook were to go under, all of the pieces of my life there would be gone. The phrase "Pics or it didn't happen" frightens me because I don't really post all that many, and if those that ARE there were to disappear, much of my digital records of my social life would be gone forever, not to mention my only way of contacting a significant number of people.

If for no other reason than that my connection to so many would be severed I will continue to utilize Facebook.