For the past year I was a member of the popular social community called Facebook. I initially joined because a friend of mine was on there and told me I should sign up. So I did. As far as I know, that was the only reason why I did because I never knew of any other reasons for being on there.
As the first part of the title of this post states “What I learned from Facebook”; the answer is that Facebook is a community page that was obviously created for people who have nothing better to do with themselves, i.e., people without lives. I’m not saying I was one of these people because honestly, in the entire time I was registered there, I did not visit my page very often. I discovered there were people I didn’t even know who wanted to be my “friend”. They would request my “friendship” and months would go by before I even received their requests, to which I would ignore them because I did not know them and if it was someone I didn’t know, I wasn’t going to make them my friend!
Another thing I learned was that washed-up 80’s Canadian rock stars spend their time frequenting Facebook to see who is talking about them or who is willing to talk about them and gawk at all the pictures they post of themselves on their Facebook pages. Facebook is a big ego trip for them. What is left of their egos anyway.
They spend hours on end adding all their “friends” to their Facebook pages–people they don’t even know, people they have never met, friends who refer to themselves as “Goldilocks” and “Asslicker”. They change their status literally by the minute, trying to be funny in what they say; they really aren’t funny at all because the jokes they keep posting in their status are other people’s jokes; the jokes are also distasteful and disrespectful; To top it off, they sit on their computer playing Texas Hold ‘Em Poker on Facebook for HOURS. Then they turn around and tell ME I need to get a life. The truth is, if my life was anything like this former “rock star”’s life, I think I’d be looking for a gun. After all, he’s the one spending all his time on Facebook adding his “friends” and playing poker. I actually have a job to do, a child to raise and a house to run. It must be nice to be a washed-up 80’s Canadian rock star with nothing better to do.
So, why did I leave Facebook behind? Simply because I figured it was stupid to be registered to something that I hardly ever visit. If I want to communicate with my real friends, I’ll visit them or pick up the phone. I can’t find my real friends on Facebook.
As for that washed-up rocker, he can keep chatting about himself and what he did 20 years ago to whomever cares to listen. Like himself, it too will get old fast.
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