I've tried to make my feelings about Facebook well known. I don't want to do it. Well... I guess I need to say I didn't want to do it. I took the plunge and signed up for this blog on Jan 1, 2008. I started that new year with a new _thing_ so I thought this might be another good opportunity to start a new year with another new thing. Yeah, it's true. I took the plunge and just signed up. And yes, this is what life has come to while sitting here in my Dad's awesome leather La-Z-Boy watching the Chick-Fil-A Bowl on New Year's Eve. Yup, I'm old and I just joined the evil empire. While friends are out partying it up I'm sitting here geeking it out.
I'm about to throw up.
So... why? The real kick in the pants came while K was up visiting last week and everything she does is on there and I'm missing it all. So not only am I missing everything in real life I am missing it all online as well and it seemed silly not to sign up.
Doesn't mean I feel good about it though. We'll see how it goes. While I was writing this Wifey somehow found out that I just signed up and she's already sent me 25 friend requests or some fool thing.
I'm doomed.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
I literally feel sick
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
4 comments:
Take a tums, and buck up. :)
Welcome to Facebook, baby. <3
I too resisted, and coincidentally, I was sitting in my father's La-Z-Boy on Thanksgiving night - bored because of the lack of blog posts, and I finally signed up. I friended a couple of people, and I immediately had Facebook remorse. There was no turning back. Fast forward four weeks, and I have now had the experience of being un-friended by an angry family member. Good times. Good times.
The good thing is that it can be what you want it to be. You can use it as a way to keep in touch with people you don't see all that often (ahem... in spite of living only 15 minutes apart), or you can be one of those weirdos who gets all into Mafia Wars. (Please don't. That way madness lies.)
You are doomed.
Post a Comment