It occurs to me that all of my closest friends are exceptionally non-materialistic.
Not a single designer anything in the bunch. Not one name brand is plastered on anything that they wear or carry. Nondescript clothing, absent of labels or markers of any kind.
And with the exception of a 1960’s Corvette – which my friend spent years restoring on his own – even their cars are modest. Even though all are gainfully employed and some are doing quite well, most of them buy used cars. Boring used cars.
In addition, four of my closest male friends are not on Facebook or any other social media platform. They are also among the few people I know who don’t have a presence on any social media platform.
Running into someone without a social media presence today is an oddity. It normally signals a troubled past or a stalker.
These four guys simply have no inclination to engage with people on social media. They have no time for it. No desire to share photos of their food, pets, children, and themselves with a constellation of friends, friends’ friends, acquaintances, coworkers, and relative strangers.
This can be annoying sometimes – when I want them in the loop on something and have to email or call them separately – but there’s something great about it, too.
I’m blessed in many ways, but my friends are one of my greatest blessings. Extraordinary men who understand what is truly important in this world.
