May 12, 2009

will you be my contact?



I once joined Facebook for a day just to see what it was all about. Oh yeah, this is alright, I thought. I can root around other peoples private stuff! Cool!

The day turned into a week, and I started to get poked, prodded and given werewolf hugs by someone I had never heard of. Then there was the stress of the status update. What do I write? Is that funny?

I shut down my Facebook account exactly one week after I joined. I was happy. I knew what it was all about, and now I could mouth off my opinions about it whenever I wanted.

A year passed, and I started to not be invited places. "But we put it on a Facebook" they said. "I'm not on Facebook" I would reply.

So I decided to rejoin and wouldn't you know, all my old stuff was still there. I immedietly set about making it all private so only my "friends" could see my page. I was happy.

I now think of it as a whitepages for people. It is a good way to get in contact with people who you have lost. I think the reason people critisize it so much is the use of the word "Friends". I reckon change Friends to Contacts, and life would be good.

The End.

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