Allow me to diverge a bit from the insignificant events here in the Sarasota/Bradenton Florida area that are the subject of this blog. I need to get a few things off my chest about Facebook. Against all of my best judgement, I followed through with opening account and seeking "friends" who are also active in this online social networking tool. My observations thus far:
- It's somehow liberating and frustrating all-in-one to dig up all the long-lost relationships from the past. Liberating, as in "How wonderful to see this person, look what they're up to now." Frustrating, as in "What in God's name do I do with this now?" That door closed a million years ago, and here he or she is, staring me in the face again. I do like it...with some of them.
- You can invest some serious time in this thing. I've noticed that people are obsessive about the number of "friends" on their profile. Do you really have 352 friends? Really? They're really friends? This leads me to a weird point: hardly anyone I currently know is on this thing. It might be a good thing. If they were, I might never see them, except through digital exchanges on our "walls."
- It's cool that Audubon, Sierra Club, Friends of the Earth are all "causes" I can support through my Facebook page, but I can't find anyone who's navigated through the black hole of that feature to actually raise money for the cause. New user problem?
- No one seems to have gotten fat. At least from the photos they posted. This is becoming a great motivator to help me loose a few pounds and regain my exact high school weight. No offense, JennyCraig, NutriSystem, etc., but the whole idea of you sucks compared with the motivating power behind Facebook.
- Finally, Facebook has fully exposed me as the exact same (or similar) human being I was 10-12 years ago. Environmental nutcase, obsessive about details, overcurious about people (even the ones I could stand to loose), and devoting waaaay too much attention to silly things. No, I wouldn't have guessed some of the items in my life, but it feels good to have the same convictions as I always did. It's been 16 years since I've eaten a McDonald's hamburger, or any hamburger for that matter.
I'm psyched about some of the folks I've reconnected with. Oh how their lives could be enriched with a little visit to Sarasota.
What now?
6 comments:
Can you find Trez Babe, please. Let's have an FBC reunion!
Anonymous,
Do you remember Trez Babe's last name? I will find her!!
some parts of the past should stay buried, don't you think? finding out that i no longer have anything in common nor anything to say to my long lost college roommate that i used to adore makes me kinda sad. btw, carmen miranda, where did you get that gorgeous photo of yourself? rrrrrrrrrrrrrowrrrrrr.
rl
3 girls i met in australia came to visit one summer. we bought a bunch of hideous clothes from goodwill & had our pix taken. when are we doing this ourselves? a self imposed fug!
how do i re-bury?
It seems sa thought Facebook has exploded in the last month - everyone is on there now! I think the whole thing is a big voyeuristic yet I am still taking part in it. I love your observation "no one has gotten fat" - it's not true, they are just using selective photo editing :)
no, i don't remember trez babe's last name. i bet ashley does. she's got the memory. not me.
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