Saturday, January 17, 2009

a "Facebook Birthday"

Apparently this what I get for putting together a completely racially sensitive daily blog about how shitty my life is.

So this is my first "Facebook Birthday". I am sure you don't know what that means, asIi just made it up, but you can guess. See I signed up for Facebook like 11 months ago, check it about twice a week, mainly to update my status and see if I can find any scandalous pictures of hot-chick friends ..

Other than that it has been a way for me to 'reconnect' with a bunch of people I went ot High-School with. As I'm sure a lot of you have, I have gotten bombarded with roughly 100 friend requests from people as near-and-far as the dude who played first-base on my little league team, to the kid with the goatee who was a year younger than me, to the chick who played the trombone in the marching band. A bunch of people who I have nothing for, with or against, who I haven't thought about in 10 years and who have, thanks to the miracles of science, all paraded back into my life.

Well we all know the downfalls of Facebook, for one it allows the kid who spilled milk on his pants in the 8th grade to see you ripping your shirt off at an Egyptian wedding. I mean it's a complete invasion of privacy, it forces you to acknowledge people who you have no interest in and it is probably eating up more bandwidth than YouPorn and YouTube combined.

But one of the weirdest thing is your first Facebook birthday where some 80 people send you a 'happy birthday' on your face-book wall. It's a strange feeling when some chick who you remember being in your 10th grade French class has already wished you happy birthday before you wake up in the morning or some guy who stuffed you in a locker in the 7th grade says "hope all is good man, happy birthday".

One of my major pet-peeves is the mass-text message that you get on holidays, like when you get the "I hope you and your family have a great Christmas season". If you really wish I was having a good season, you'd take the time to personally text me, you are trying to get credit for being thoughtful but it only reminds me of how thoughtless that gesture really was.

But this Facebook birthday thing is the antithesis of the mass text, it's actually personal, so I can't complain about that. And I respond to each one with a well thought out response... or at least a "thanks man".

Now don't give Facebook users too much credit, too many of them use their status as a mass text message like "The Kid with the Goatee wishes everybody a Merry Christmas" but there is a way to keep things sort of personal without ever having to get into somebody's personal space which I like.





so to make a long story short.. Facebook is taking over the world, soon you won't have to leave your house for anything, which makes me believe that I might need you people to send me a couple of links to some more scandalous pictures

1 comment:

Cathy said...

i'm obsessed with facebook quizzes like "are you a tampon or a pad?" or "what std will you die of?" anyways, i used to update my facebook status obsessively cuz there was this boy i was stalking (in a harmless way, cuz i'm married. LMFAO don't you love how i keep mentioning that. i feel like being married makes me feel like i can say/do anything & i'll be excused. i know that's not really true). ok so yes, i was stalking someone on facebook and i was hoping he was stalking me too and i started really believing he was and since he only had like 30 friends, i knew my status updates would show up very clearly on his newsfeed page. i bet he totally ignored all my updates. i used to waste every weeknight on facebook from like 8pm-midnight. it was really bad. now that it's the summer, i'm better about it. it's addictive. maybe i just am addictive/obsessive with everything in general.

anyways, i HATE the mass greetings so much. i hate the "merry christmas" and bullsh!t. i removed my damn birthday from facebook cuz of that sh!t. it's so not personal and annoys me.

we're like twins.

i bet it really disturbs you that i keep saying we're twins.