Since I mentioned Facebook in one of my other posts, I decided today that’s what I’m going to talk about. (Hey, with the way my sinuses feel, it’s a miracle I’m sitting here typing anything at all!)
Back in the day, Facebook was for college students only. You needed a college email address to even get on it and if your college wasn’t on the list, forget it. I know this because I was a bit annoyed about the fact that I couldn’t snoop on my kids like I could when they were on some of those other social networking places like Zanga. Then they opened it to everyone but you couldn’t view people’s information unless you were friends with them so I never bothered with it. Until now.
First off, let me say I don’t like any of those social networking websites & don’t have much use for them. This time around, though, I found out half my family was on Facebook and it seemed a good way to upload photos so that friends & family could see them but no one else could. That’s why I joined.
It wasn’t as easy as it sounds. My daughter informed me that she would not accept my ‘friend request.’ Then she finally decided she would but only after blocking me from a bunch of stuff on her page. My son’s reaction was, “What the heck are you doing on here??”
And that’s just the normal stuff. What about the big decisions you have to make on there? What if someone friend requests you who you don’t know? Do you accept it? Do you message them and ask who the heck they are and why do they want to be your friend? (Being the suspicious sort, that explains why I don’t have 4,293 friends like everyone else seems to.)
Then there are the uh… what would you call them? Weird things. SoandSo just sent you a warm hug. ThisPerson just sent you a gift. Okay, if you’re one of those people who sends those things, I don’t mean to be bashing you but what the heck is the deal with that stuff?? I’m sorry but I just don’t get it. If you want to send me a gift, stick a check in the mail. I don’t want any fake, pretend gifts. I want the real deal.
I do, on the other hand, like how I can write a quick line like, “We’re back safely from Rome,” and the entire family knows. I guess Facebook is sort of like an alarm clock: useful and comes in handy but can be annoying at times. Oh, wait. That sounds like it can describe a whole lot of things…