Yea so I signed up for this Facebook malarky; sue me. This morning I find a friend request from Robin (who wins the trophy for quickest of Eli’s roommates to notice my Facebook existence), and this adorable infographic that is my Facebook feed.
I’m glad your product is here Mark to tell me that I am officially in a relationship as of 10:51pm. How would I ever function as a social being without this sort of shit?!
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This is exactly why I commited Facebook suiced last year. At some point, having a real network becomes more important. For me, this stuff is like The Sims. Sure you’ve got an awesome job, a hot wife, you’re really smart and you’ve really got a handle on going to the bathroom…
And then you step away from the screen to try to not fail that class again before you hope to god you can make it to your Wendy’s job in your 85 Pontiac before it explodes. And maybe, just maybe if you’re lucky, that really cute girl who works at layne bryant will come in and flirt with you while she orders another megabuger. But before you even get out the door, you shit your pants. Looks like you forgot to tell yourself to go to the bathroom after five hours of sitting in a chair that you’ll never have sex in.
See what I mean? The Facebook is The Sims. Step away from it, and all your ‘friends’ in your ‘network’ disapear. As does your image. That sexy picture, turns out you look nothing like that. All those bands you list, turns out you don’t know half of them…
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