I have some news:
I know that I was fighting it. Fighting it for far too long. But lately I noticed that when I admitted I didn't have a facebook account I was met with looks of disgust and confusion. As though I'd just told them I eat poo and sew all of my own clothes.
Moreover, I realized I was missing out on some good stalking.
And so today I signed up. Within 4 seconds I was confronted with a page of 55 profiles of people I apparently knew through one channel or another. "Would you like to send friend requests?" I was asked. Ok, sure. But HOW did facebook know that these people were my friends?
I checked off a bunch of boxes and then skipped over all of the hobbies and interests section and then ta-da, I was a facebooker.
I didn't know what exactly I was supposed to do at this point, so I just decided to ignore everything for now and check my gmail account.
And oh hey! 4 people already accepted my friend requests. And someone wrote on my wall. And Devin updated my relationship status and I needed to verify it, or something. Man this facebook is like quicksand!
So I followed a link in my email to try to respond to whatever facebook wanted me to respond to but then I was just led to my homepage which was like a little patchwork quilt of pictures and words and cool kid facebook slang that I don't comprehend. I felt a knot in my stomach.
This week on Brotherhood, Mrs. Caffee, a senior citizen, gets a new prescription from her doctor, but learns that her healthcare plan requires her to go through a phone service to order it. There's a scene where she is reduced to tears because the automated system on the phone is too unfamiliar for her.
I felt like that.
Anyway, if you'd like to validate my questionable decision to sign up, please be my guest. Friend me. I'd send you a link for how to get to my profile, but I have no idea how that works.