I opened a Facebook account yesterday. I was prompted to do this when the Matron Of Honor asked the Wife to join and the "J" invited us both to join. I wasn't sure about joining at first. I didn't really see the need for it. I'm thinking about deactivating the account.
I signed up and added a few friends so I could see what it was all about. I'm fairly late in joining this social networking site. I'm usually an early adopter. Facebook provides a quick way to give your status to all your friends. You type in what you are doing or thinking and it appears on your 'wall' which you can share with anyone you want. When something is posted to your wall, you receive an e-mail. I suppose it's a quick way to pass the word but, frankly, my life isn't that interesting and I'm not that important.
Facebook reminds me of cell phones. The Wife and I have a cell phone we share. It's for emergencies only. It's pay as you go. It's rarely turned on. I don't know the number. If you need to get a hold of me, you'll have to wait for me to get home or to check my e-mail.
I have the same feelings about Twitter by the way.
Do you really need to know everything I'm doing? Do I need to know everything you are doing? For me, I don't think so. When something important or interesting happens, I have e-mail and Homer's Travels to get the word out. For others who, unlike me, have a social life, it might be useful ... I guess.
So, why is it that I feel guilty that I want to deactivate my Facebook account? The Godson, upon accepting my friend invitation, welcomed me to "the biggest time suck ever invented." I agree so why am I so reluctant to quit? The Wife, who is quite adamant about not opening her own account, nailed it when she said it was like you know there's this party going on, all your friends and family are there, and you don't want to go. You feel like you may be missing out on something.
Am I? Really?
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