Facebook Shmacebook

About six months ago, I built myself a little Facebook page. I’m not exactly sure I remember why.

Wait. Yes I do. I was stalking someone. Well, not really. But kinda. Nothing creepy or bad … let’s just say it was a distant relative.

I digress.

The whole thing was against my better judgment. And now I know why.

It’s irritating.

I have totally random people coming out of the woodwork wanting to be my friend. (And in turn, gaining access to my page.) Names I don’t recognize. Friends of friends of friends. People I never really knew in ‘real’ life. Usually, they’re people who attended the same high school. Occasionally, they are people with whom I share some kind of work connection.

For instance, last week I received the following Friend Request.

I know you through [work]. I am Pooperdude.

Actually, Pooperdude, I’m not sure we’ve ever really met. I do know you’re quite the entrepreneur, with that dog poop removal service of yours. But, no, I don’t think I actually know you.

And then, once I’ve accepted someone as my friend — which I inevitably always do, because I’d feel like a ginormous, bitchy a-hole if I declined (unless they’re a total stranger, which, to me is just … weird.) — the real maintenance begins.

Here is a list of things people currently want from me.

Jealous much?

Seriously. Who has time for this? Am I the only one who doesn’t get it?

I shouldn’t complain. It’s good to be loved. Plus, it’s a little ‘pot calling the kettle black’-ish, what with this blogging addiction of mine. I suppose instead of spending my nights writing posts, I could be sending my Facebook “friends” virtual hams or something.

Maybe I’m just anti-social. I don’t think so. Maybe I’m just … 40.

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15 responses to “Facebook Shmacebook

  1. Hey, you are tagged to do a 6 things meme. See my blog for details.

  2. Yeah, I know what you mean. With your own blog YOU call the shots; with a social networking site other people dictate your content. So over that. I did MySpace for a while and had a heckofalotta fun, but now that my blog is busier, I’d rather be the Benevolent Dictator of my own warped little world. Complete with NO — and I mean NO — glitter graphics, ugh.

  3. Hey, thanks Queen!

    Foolery — you totally hit the nail on the head. It IS all about control. And the glitter graphics … yeah, over it.

    QB and Another Co-Work — if reading this post, it’s NOT about you. Facebookin’ with you is good stuff.

  4. Oh, yeah, I’m totally staying away from Facebook-now.

  5. I joined Facebook. It asked for my high school and I entered it. Then I saw a list of all these people I went to High School with who I have NO interest in getting reaquainted with. I then removed myself from that list.

    Maybe I just don’t “get” social networking. I mean, I’m supposed to go “make friends.” What does that mean? I look at someone’s profile and say “will you be my friend?” It makes no sense to me.

    Blogs are way more fun!

  6. I’m with you all. I don’t “get” social networking either. The whole “will you be my friend?” thing just isn’t me, I guess.

    Glad to know it’s not just me — I was feelin’ a little old and out of touch there for a minute …

  7. Deb

    I never even check my Facebook account.
    Now I know why.

  8. I throw a sheep in your general direction. Your mother smelt of elderberries… whatever…. yeah, Facebook is a little too high school for me. I like that I can find friends from grad school that I’ve lost touch with, but the high school ones? The ones whose names are Tracey Flippinskippy — and I’m like, “hell if I’ve EVER known anyone named Tracey, let alone Flippinskippy, which I’m pretty sure I’d remember!” And then I look at her picture, and I’m like, “chicka, I don’t KNOW you.” And then three weeks later, I’m thinking, oh, wait, there was that Tracey who was at my highschool for a while and then transferred, so I go back to look, and sure enough, she’s got two high schools listed, the right ones. And I’m thinking, “Tracey, you’ve been married so long that you’ve dropped your maiden name completely, and you are “friending” someone you wouldn’t deign to talk to in high school because she wasn’t cool enough — what’s UP with THAT??!”

    But I, of course, as soon as I know that I once knew this person, feel exactly like you and can’t bear NOT to friend back for fear of being rude or bitchy or suddenly seeming like I was Tracey in high school. -sigh-

    So I pretty much ignore my facebook page. Blogging is much better. It’s for grown-ups.

    Also, what’s up with POKEing??? Didn’t that used to mean doin’ the nasty? Further proof that whomever designed Facebook is too young for us. And I’m okay with that. We’re way cooler now than they ever were in high school. :)

  9. hallelujah! somebody other than me doesn’t get facebook/myspace. i was feeling so alone. if i wanted to join a popularity contest, i’d just go back to my senior year of high school. i will say though, it’s been a very handy tool when i’m interviewing a 20 something. they so don’t understand that the world can see what they write. :)

  10. Okay, I realize I sound psychotic in that last post. I’m not. I promise. Double pinkie swear.

  11. LOL!

    My thoughts exactly.

    After I spent a good half hour passing back some sort of rainforest tree, I wondered why the heck is this important and why am I wasting my time on it. And then I felt stupid.

    I am still wondering what the deal is with Facebook.

  12. QB

    I appreciate the shout out on that. I really do. I will forever be a bigger fan of Facebook than MySpace, but I HATE requests…believe me, everyone else on Facebook does too. Used correctly, Facebook is a great networking tool. Used incorrectly, you make yourself a victim of clingy friends and freaks and Creeper McCreepersons.

  13. totally, totally, totally…I got roped into the whole Facebook thing a couple months ago through a mommy group – and feel like I’m back in high school every time I “find” myself there; same with MySpace, Friendster and all that crap.

    BUT, I will say – wow – you’re SOOOO popular! Can I be your friend?

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  15. So glad I’m not the only one wondering what all the fuss is about. I mean really, we all had yahoo profiles over 12 years ago, whats the difference?
    Is facebook the result of how far social networking has gone in 12 years? If so I’m not impressed at all, its just another business making money off people who wanna feel famous even though they are far far from it.
    If someone really has anything interesting to tell the world or something to offer then they would have a website. We live in a fake world of wanna be’s. The new gen needs to stop wanting and start doing. Actions speak louder than words. Facebook is nothing but words and time wasting. Get out and do, you gen Y loosers! I wouldnt bother hiring anyone with a facebook page regardles whats on it, the fact that they have one is enough for me to judge them as loser wanna be’s. I will be working alone till I die, the new generation are particularily useless at doing anything creative with their own hands and I doubt I will ever find anyone good enough to help me. Its a shame but with time wasting sites like facebook its no wonder. Get out an learn something LOOSERS! Pick up a tool, learn a trade, forget about uni it will make you worse.

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