I have made the executive decision to NOT go for a run this morning. I just don’t feel like it. Also, it’s hot out, already. And I went yesterday. And did I mention I just don’t feel like it? Plbthbthbth to you, exercise.
So I’ve been debating giving up my Facebook account recently. I am trying to be less-glued-to-my computer. After yesterday’s little fiasco and one small melt-down about JUST WANTING TO CHECK MY BLOG OMG, I have decided that perhaps my relationship with the internet has become slightly unhealthy. Who needs Facebook? Is it really that important? Sure, people’s pictures are nice to look at, but you don’t have to have an account. Plus, no one ever really updates their pictures, anyway. I just didn’t want to get left out of the party. Who knows what sort of wonderful things might get said on a generic social networking site that I would never hear of, otherwise? Turns out, not much. And so I thought that perhaps it was time to cut the cord.
Except this morning I got a message on Facebook from my old French sister. The one who lived in the south. I thought I had fallen out of touch with that family. I didn’t want to, it just happened. They were busy, I was busy, we weren’t necessarily as close as I was with some of my other French friends. But still, they were good people and I did a lot of growing up in their house. This one sister, in particular, just accepted me as another sibling and I was dragged (happily) into her circle, broadening my horizons in MANY ways.
Many.
Hee.
So I have taken it as a sign from the universe that I was meant to have a Facebook account. I accept my fate willingly, and submit that this is yet another reason that I could not possibly go for a run this morning. I have too much to do! Like obsessively check Facebook for hints of my past!
I wonder if she has a Flickr account…?
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The best thing about Facebook for me; pieces of flair. I have no idea why I like flair so much?
Well put, I thought we were going to loose you after the first half of you lovely rant. Lose is conveniently misspelled so as to disguise my real identity.
Oh yes, this is The Facebook.
I just got sucked into facebook. So much less evil than myspace, even if it is a timehole.
I would friend you there, but you probably barely remember me in the first place.
I do love reading your blog though!
My son was applying for a job and having a facebook account was a must have - so he recruited ME to help beef up his contacts. Cracks me up that I have a facebook account and I'm old enough to be his mother...
Christie- Those applications are killer! I love the Greenie ones.
Anon- Nope, I'm still there.
Lydia- Of course I totally remember you! Who could forget that bachelorette party? Please friend me! I don't know your new last name.
Pauline- That's funny. Mom to the rescue! You should look me up, too!
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