It finally happened. I’ve been lured into the web of Facebook. I blame this on Big. He signed up and started getting pinged by people he hadn’t heard from in years. Naturally, I got curious when he couldn’t seem to tear himself away from the computer. So, I caved and signed up too. Now I’m hooked.
I really don’t have the time and quite frankly still am not sure I see why so many people really love Facebook. Yet, I can’t stop checking to see if anyone else from my past has resurfaced. It’s like an addiction. Plus it’s almost like a sport to see if there is anyone from the past that is interested enough in me to either accept my invitation to be friends or to extend an invitation to me. It’s a real eye-opener when you see who pops up. So far this is what I’ve learned.
There are many people on Facebook that I know but could care less about connecting with. It’s become painfully obvious to me that in my younger years I had way more male friends than female friends. I say this because almost all my Facebook friends are guys I went to high school with. Before you start assuming that I was one of those easy girls let me explain why this probably is the case. My freshman year of high school was by far one of my worst years. The group of girls that were my best friends from elementary school turned on me. At the time I had no idea why. In retrospect I have a better idea. I finally caught up to them developmentally that year and the boys were giving me more attention. I had better clothes. To sum it up, I became a threat to them and the ugly green eyed monster came out. In the ensuing years they took turns choosing a new victim every year. In light of that I became better friends with the guys because they stood by me.
I do still find it a bit strange that almost none of the women I invited to be my Facebook friend have responded yet but the men are coming out in full force. I’m thinking they are falling prey to the same thing that has allured me – the need to find out what happened to everyone you knew way back when. Do they have hair? Are they fat? Married? Kids? What have they done with their lives.
Some of the people have not surprised me in the least. They are doing exactly what I thought they would. Others have thrown me a few surprises. It’s kinda fun to find out that one of my good friends is now the father of four and is in Europe. The last time I talked to him he was a father of one and working on Wall Street. It makes me feel kinda old and also like I haven’t done enough with my life but it also makes me happy to find out that he seems to be happy and doing well in life.
But really what are we all to do with these new “friends”. I’ve looked at other people’s friend lists. I can tell you that a lot of people have connected via Facebook who were never connected in real life. Why? Are we so desparate to make it look like everyone knows us that we’re willing to make a Facebook connection with people we hardly knew just because we spent some time together in high school, college, or on the job? I’ve only sent friend invitations to people I really want to hear from. I just don’t see the point in connecting with someone who I had little time for in the past just so I can say I have a lot of Facebook friends.
Maybe it’s just me. I do tend to be the pessimist in life but I’m beginning to feel like Facebook is just another sad gimmick to prove how popular or worthy we are to others. Of course, this won’t stop me from checking to see if anyone has left me a message on my wall. I may be a pessimist but I’m also nosey and occasionally I do like to feel as if others care about me. If I’m lucky someone that I really am interested in reconnecting with will come out of the woodwork and I will have the pleasure of making a new-old friend.
So, how about you? Do you Facebook? Why?