Facebook or Wastebook; An Addendum

Facebook is 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:

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 reunion would consist of, “Um, ah…. Um…. Oh! Where?…oh no, forget it. Ah…”


Got a message from someone I barely knew in High School with the following content. I t was posted on my wall for all to see:
“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.”


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.

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 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?

Websters defines nostalgia 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.

I would like a past and present facebook where you could 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?

3 Responses to “Facebook or Wastebook; An Addendum”

  1. 1 senior Pathwords Partner March 23, 2009 at 1:13 pm

    I am so glad you revisited this important topic. The lawsuit against the guy who cheated at Pathwords is still going on. Ugh, this thing could drag on in court for years to come. Meanwhile, he is still playing and getting obscenely high scores. They are looking to get an injunction banning him from playing until the case is settled.

    Anyway, here are some of my favorite status updates:

    “Linda is wondering if she added too many flax seeds to her cereal this morning…oh,oh”

    “Bobby G. just burped”

    “Martha is adjusting her bra straps”

    “Jessie flossed her teeth and is now considering brushing them.”

    “Rebecca just picked up her dog’s poo on the corner of 6th avenue and West 4th street.”

  2. 2 Lisa Nicotra March 22, 2009 at 10:25 pm

    So true!!! Facebook is the most absurd thing to do but yet i go on everyday…cannot help myself. Glad to see i am not alone..LOL

  3. 3 thesleepwriter March 21, 2009 at 2:33 pm

    Notonly that but Facbook own you! I mean when you sign up you agree that they can use any information on there, yet we still do it. Andwhy? Maybe its an ego thing. I mean anyone I want to talk to I can call or email so is it just so I can tell people I barely spoke to at school that I’ve written a screenplay or so I can post pics of myself at a fancy dress party in a “hilarious” costume to let the world know I’ve got a social life? Going on facebook is like an involuntary action, its like burping or yawning.

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