Because blogging and twittering are apparently not enough, now it seems I have to belong to Facebook.
Becky has been getting me to joining for months and I’ve been resisting. Then Jon joined. Then Morty. Then George. Then Dity. And as I’ve said before, I’m nothing if not a follower.
I joked that it would take me one step closer to being on NBC’s “To Catch a Predator”, because don’t most of these pervs find each other through here and MySpace? (wait, I just think I called myself a perv.)
FB is like Twitter or LinkedIn, in so much that, I am not sure what I’m supposed to do with it. Or what it’s supposed to do with me.
I think it just comes down to that phrase: the one that dies with the most toys wins. Only the toys here are – how many friends/connections/followers/colleagues you have attached to whichever account.
If that is the case – I lose.
According to CNN, the average Facebook user has 120 “friends”. 120???? Man, I am bringing down the median, as I only have 19. But I’m not average – clearly.
Of course, I love the article headline: can it survive? Whoo-Hooo…..I love jumping on a potentially dying bandwagon. I’m always behind the curve. Bother.
I certainly do not find the website that intuitive to use, and while the iPhone applications has much more limitations on what you can and can’t do, it is actually easier to maneuver through. Go figure.
So far I invited certain friends, some of who have responded. Some have not. And some people from the past have found me. And I’m talking from 15-25 years ago. WTF?
Actually, two of them are kind of welcome and it has been interesting exchanging emails with them. But in the greater scheme of things, I think this application has a shelf-life for me.
19 friends. My g-d. Facebook proves that life is nothing but an extension of high school – and once again, I’m not sitting at the popular kid’s table. Not only that, a few years back I blogged that maybe I’d get 22 people to attend my funeral whenever it happens.
I think I aimed high – like by three people.
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