Facebook - bad.
I tried to resist the Facebook movement, but in a moment of curiosity I accidentally opened myself up to the Facebook community. I had an account under my super secret alias "Riss Hernandez" and was friends with 2 people. But that all changed when I used my real name and became friends with Matt. One friend request and then poof, an explosion of friends. Next thing I know people from all over are asking me to be their friend.
"How did they find me?" I asked Matt.
Matt quickly explained "that is why it is called a NETWORK" you are friends with me, our mutual friends become your friends and so on and so on.
I get it now. But I don't really get that it is very impersonal. If I haven't kept up with these friends, their facebook page doesn't really tell me anything about them, at least not like a blog.
So, I accept friend requests and go on my merry way - until today.
For the first time I searched for a friend. This openned up a new window to a world I had not yet seen. I found a friend from high school and then saw that she was friends with all these people that I went to church with and haven't heard from in years and then I was searching and peeking in on all these people. Next thing I know, an hour passed. I hadn't made dinner yet, laundry is in the washer, dryer and on the chair, and I have a newsletter to write. Instead of taking care of any of those things, I was sitting here looking at itsy bitsy pictures of people that I once knew very well.
One time I had a dib addiction. Mika introduced dibs to me and although I shunned them at first, later I couldn't stop eating them. I just had to have more and more. I knew I had become a dibaholic when one night my dinner consisted of a container of dibs and a coke. That was the last time I had dibs. Nearly 3 years ago. Not a single dib since. Some have tried to force them in my mouth (literally shove them in my mouth) but I stood my ground and resisted.
Now I am concerned that this Facebook thing could be my next addiction. Do I dabble in the destructive behavior of wasting time, or cut it off now before I have to call up my 12 Steps? I just don't know.
"How did they find me?" I asked Matt.
Matt quickly explained "that is why it is called a NETWORK" you are friends with me, our mutual friends become your friends and so on and so on.
I get it now. But I don't really get that it is very impersonal. If I haven't kept up with these friends, their facebook page doesn't really tell me anything about them, at least not like a blog.
So, I accept friend requests and go on my merry way - until today.
For the first time I searched for a friend. This openned up a new window to a world I had not yet seen. I found a friend from high school and then saw that she was friends with all these people that I went to church with and haven't heard from in years and then I was searching and peeking in on all these people. Next thing I know, an hour passed. I hadn't made dinner yet, laundry is in the washer, dryer and on the chair, and I have a newsletter to write. Instead of taking care of any of those things, I was sitting here looking at itsy bitsy pictures of people that I once knew very well.
One time I had a dib addiction. Mika introduced dibs to me and although I shunned them at first, later I couldn't stop eating them. I just had to have more and more. I knew I had become a dibaholic when one night my dinner consisted of a container of dibs and a coke. That was the last time I had dibs. Nearly 3 years ago. Not a single dib since. Some have tried to force them in my mouth (literally shove them in my mouth) but I stood my ground and resisted.
Now I am concerned that this Facebook thing could be my next addiction. Do I dabble in the destructive behavior of wasting time, or cut it off now before I have to call up my 12 Steps? I just don't know.
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but it is a fun way to keep in touch. i am SO going to find you now!!! :)
You can find them in your grocer's freezer section.
Seriously, ice cream that you can eat with your fingers. yum.