I’ll soon be turning forty. That is a tough one. Sometimes the days and hours seem to just drag. Damn though, the years seem to literally fly away. When I hear an older song from say, 1988, I am not only immediately transported to another place and time, but one that seems SO recent. 
For the past few years I’ve been nudged many times by many people to join one of the social networking websites. Friends waxed poetic about MySpace, then Friendster, finally Facebook. I was absolutely against it. To me those sites were created for the young, hip, and savvy. I wasn’t interested in even exploring the possibility which goes a bit against my interest in tech and gadgets.
I stayed away for a long time. Then, thanks to a great friend who lives thousands of miles away, I finally succumbed. In the spring I opened a Facebook page. In so many ways it very quickly enriched my life. People found me. Yeah, they were looking. Who knew? Certainly not me.
Friends from high school were now back in my orbit on a daily basis, even though we now live on opposite coasts. One childhood friend, a guy I probably hadn’t spoken to since we were ten started messaging me and it was as if no time had passed at all. For those renewed relationships I owe a HUGE thank you to Facebook (and to Giada!).
The weird part of the story is that about ten seconds after opening my Facebook Page I became one of the world’s worst Facebookers. Yeah, I suck at it! In fact, I don’t even really like it all that much. (That is something I don’t think you are really supposed to admit out loud).
It seems like every time I log on I am quickly inundated with little chat windows. They pop up and intercept whatever I am trying to do. Oh, and they’re SO tiny. (There’s that getting old part again!) Often, I just want to get on, do something quick and log out. However, those little pop ups make it a cat and mouse game that I am rarely ready for.
Oh, and what about the people (you know who you are) who are constantly updating their status with ridiculousness? One chick whom I “friended” constantly updates with things like, “Making Timmy a grilled cheese”, “Sorting the socks”, etc. etc. What is up with that? Are you kidding me? Those little bites if idiocy make me want to never go anywhere near the ‘Twitterverse”
All of that having been said/written, I am here today to make a pledge. I vow, just a few weeks shy of my fourth decade on this planet, to become a better Facebooker. I promise to log on more. To be more positive. To find a real picture of myself that wasn’t some newspaper stunt. I will conquer my Facebook bigotry. That is my pledge!
The weird part of the story is that about ten seconds after opening my Facebook Page I became one of the world’s worst Facebookers. Yeah, I suck at it! In fact, I don’t even really like it all that much. (That is something I don’t think you are really supposed to admit out loud).
It seems like every time I log on I am quickly inundated with little chat windows. They pop up and intercept whatever I am trying to do. Oh, and they’re SO tiny. (There’s that getting old part again!) Often, I just want to get on, do something quick and log out. However, those little pop ups make it a cat and mouse game that I am rarely ready for.
Oh, and what about the people (you know who you are) who are constantly updating their status with ridiculousness? One chick whom I “friended” constantly updates with things like, “Making Timmy a grilled cheese”, “Sorting the socks”, etc. etc. What is up with that? Are you kidding me? Those little bites if idiocy make me want to never go anywhere near the ‘Twitterverse”
All of that having been said/written, I am here today to make a pledge. I vow, just a few weeks shy of my fourth decade on this planet, to become a better Facebooker. I promise to log on more. To be more positive. To find a real picture of myself that wasn’t some newspaper stunt. I will conquer my Facebook bigotry. That is my pledge!
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