Facebook and I have a love hate relationship. This has been true since I joined up in 2004 – NU was one of the original 12 schools – now it lets in all the hagglers and rookies. Including high school students. I am ashamed of you facebook for opening your doors…seriously. You really dropped the ball on exclusivity.
But mostly, I loathe you. We’ll look past all the other stuff. I loathe you facebook.
Loathe you for providing, wanted, but not needed, information about ex’s, former friends, and people I really shouldn’t give two shits about (and usually don’t) but happen to stumble across information such as who’s engaged, who’s been dumped, who defriended me (the horror!) and who’s dating who and what geographical network so and so has joined. Really….who cares? Aside from my alterego who is an active member of the stalkerazzi.
It’s like a who’s who guide to my life. And the news feed? Is like stalker central for everyone I don’t really give a shit about.
A few weeks ago I actually went through my facebook friends and for the first time in four years, deleted people. People I didn’t know. People I once kissed on a random night at Our House East and then felt necessary to FB friend them. People I no longer talk to. Those kind of folk.
I came across a profile today of someone I was once…rather good friends with…you could say. I cursed. I wanted to shout. But alas, I sent a nice note, and tried to get some more deets out of the kid. Got them. Cursed them again. Cursed myself for being so curious. But then I thought about it and thought…why the hell does this all matter…wait a second…ohemgee…it doesn’t. Yep. It doesn’t matter.
I’ve gotten over a lot of my past…cattiness you could say. I still have my moments. I’m not gonna lie. I’m not a saint. But I’m not NEARLY as catty and gossipy as I was “back in the day”…back in the day of terrorizing my classmates at MAUMS circa 1996. That’s right. twelve years ago. The ripe age of 13.
I guess what I’m trying to say is I have a love hate relationship going on here. *sigh* Oh facebook. How you make life so complete. Making it so easy to “stalk” people and pretend that we care without needing to really give a crap at the end of the road but acting like we do. Because really? I don’t care if that kid who I may or may not have made out with one night junior year of college one night at Our House East is engaged or single. I don’t need to know that that broad from one of my poli sci classes that I never liked but facebooked anyhow moved to Indonesia (this is all theoretical just FYI), but yet somehow facebook? You always seem to make it so easy to pretend to give a damn.
*sigh* Oh facebook….
