For ages, friends have been ribbing me because I am not on Facebook. It's not that I don't like technology; I have a blog, right? I think it's just one of those things where I resisted for resistance's sake. Well, last night the kids were in bed and there was nothing on tv, so I was surfing the web. On impulse, I went to Facebook. My brain screamed not to do it, but my fingers had a mind of their own, and in moments I was on, finding friends and reading way-too-detailed descriptions of what people I know are doing every second. It's like opening Pandora's box.
It's crazy how Facebook knows who you know. Matt says it's suspicious, and he's probably right. But it's fun in an I-can't-stop-looking kind of way. I can already tell it's going to suck up large amounts of my time. I'm still trying to figure it all out. Can everyone who is my Friend see every conversation I have? That seems a little...transparent. And creepy. But it's not like I have anything terribly exciting to talk about.
If you are on Facebook and I didn't ask you to be my Friend yet, it's only because it's hard to think of every person you know on the planet at one time. Let me know, and I'll hook you up. You'll have the honor of being friends with the last person on the planet to join.