Okay. Now facebook is freaking me out, man.
It’s making me ask myself questions. I’m neurotic enough without having to deal with how to deal with this. Its all cuckoo now I think. This morning while going through today’s facebook posts I asked myself the following questions:
1. DO I REALLY NEED TO READ WHAT SOMEONE I BARELY KNEW IN HIGH SCHOOL WHO LIVES HALFWAY ACROSS THE COUNTRY HAD FOR BREAKFAST?
2. Today a friend posted 10 separate youtube videos. DOES EVERYONE HAVE FRIENDS LIKE THIS?
3. Some peeps from high school are working on getting a facebook group reunion together. We’ve seen pictures of everywhere everybody has been on vacation their entire lives. We’ve read their profiles. We know where they live. We know what they do for a living. We know if they are married or single or in a relationship. We know their favorite quote. We know what they had for fucking breakfast! I keep imagining myself trying to start a conversation and then realizing I already read the answer on facebook. My day at the reuinion would consist of, “Um, ah…. Um…. Oh! Where?…oh no, forget it. Ah…”
WILL THERE BE ANYTHING LEFT TO TALK ABOUT IN PERSON?
4. Got a message from someone I barely knew with the following content:
“Yea, my Mom is still in the family house. It hasn’t been cleaned in over 25 years. I got sober in 2006. Developed bi-polar in 2008. Living on disability since then.”
HOW DO I RESPOND TO THIS? NICE HEARING FROM YOU?
5. I’ve accepted friend requests from people I can’t remember. DOES THIS ALSO MAKE YOU QUESTION YOUR SANITY?
These are questions I ask myself everyday while I’m scrolling down the facebook page to avoid doing something else I should be doing. An extra few minutes of avoidance before dealing with the task at hand. We might need a government study on the relationship between facebook and productivity.
My mother used to say “Curiosity killed the cat,” and it always pissed me off when she said that. Wanting to find out answers to things always seemed like a good thing. But let’s face it part of the facebook thing is all about curiosity. Where is so and so? How do they look? What do they do? What the fuck ever happened to them? In a perfect world I could read everyone’s profile’s without them knowing I was there. And then be facebook friends with the 8 people I actually know.
What would it be called? Voyeur book?
I’m also questioning the state of nostalgia. Websters defines it as:
“a wistful or excessively sentimental yearning for return to or of some past period or irrecoverable condition”
Sounds like nostalgia makes your present life seem even more sucky than it already does.
Maybe there should be a past and present facebook. You can keep present friends and past friends separate. Depending on how wistful you are feeling that day, you can pick the past or the present.
A really good day is when we pick the present. Dontcha think?
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