It took me so long before I finally succumbed to the evil that is Facebook. The brag book of the current time, I resisted creating an account even though everybody I know was wondering why they can’t find and “friend” me.
And so I did. I started with a few friends, only the close ones, family and some of my co-workers.
And it grew and grew. Before I knew it, I have about 559 “friends”.
It all started out innocently- updating on friends’ lives, seeing how they’re doing, where they’re at, how they look like. Then it became a little stalkerish- where did they spend the weekend and with whom? And then it became a moral issue- a “friend” suddenly unfriended me, I think she was trying to get rid of her friends pre-boob job. Some people who post religious stuff got to be too preachy and holier than thou= hide posts. A friend who only posts selfies (real close-up selfies!) = hide posts. Then you see supposed friends who went someplace else when they canceled on you at the last minute because they were “sick”. And why do I not get that many likes nor comments on my posts? Feeling of inadequacy and questioning my self-worth, I finally decided to be “inactive”. And now I get the questions as to why I’m never on Facebook.
I did twitter so that I can join fellow “Beauty and the Beast” fans to get the show trending and to get a second season. We got the second season. Done. I have stopped posting now.
I did Get Glue to help with ratings of TV shows that I liked, only to have said shows canceled after a few episodes/seasons (Revolution? Are you kidding me? That was an awesome show!)
Instagram started out because I “followed” these two celebrities (cheesy, I know, don’t judge me). And I like looking at fashion and cupcakes. It has been 6 months since I posted anything.
Will I fall prey to yet another? We shall see.