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My high school class reunion was this past weekend.

I didn’t go, mainly because I wasn’t invited.

I happened to be talking to a classmate’s mom a couple of weeks before the event and that’s how I learned they were having the event.

We already had a busy weekend planned by then, so it wouldn’t have worked.

But I figured out why they couldn’t find me:

I’m not on Facebook.

Never mind that my parents have been in the same house for the last 43 years.

Never mind that my brother is an administrator at our high school and they contacted him about scheduling a tour of the new building.

Never mind that you can type my name into a search engine and get my contact information.

Since my name is not in Facebook, I don’t exist.

I hope I don’t sound bitter, because I’m not – I’m rather amused by it.

I suppose Facebook makes life easier for reunion organizers. But does it also make them lazier?

Of course, I know the various ways to contact me, so it’s easy to rattle them off. And they might not know the connections.

Still, it’s fun to speculate how, in the year 2013, someone can remain uncontactable.

I mean, they could have at least checked my Classmates.com account…