Facebook: Love / Hate Relationship

Lately I have been feeling a bit annoyed with my Facebook friends. Unlike some other users, it has nothing to do with the systems itself -shit it’s free, who can complain right? It’s my own social cloud that is getting on my nerves.

First, their status updates seem like tag lines to soap operas.

The girls claim “Where would I be without him”, “I am your princess, you are my prince.” Who wants to read that?

Married couples hot tag lines are “Spent a great day with the baby, only two spit ups!”. What? Is that REALLY the most interesting piece of information in your life?

Then of course it always the unoriginal Monday and Tuesday updates, who just rotate “UGh it’s Monday!” and “Ya! It’s Friday!”. Makes me wonder if they have a career or still work hourly at Burger King.

Of course there are the several really cool things Facebook has brought my life. I’ve moved around quite a bit over the past 10 or so years, loosing a few good friends. Waking up this morning, Facebook left me a little love note in my email, stating yet another old friend found me. This time, it was one I wonder if died off and I missed the funeral.

So for every group of crappy, I really don’t know that person request (and some are darn persistent with their requests…like LEAVE me alone!), I find one golden friend from the past.

Thanks Facebook…I love you but damn you are annoying sometimes!

Not So Sinful Sunday

My Sunday was less sinful than hoped for. Instead of busting out my top things right upon rising, as taught by a legendary lister, I worked it in reverse order. Stopping at number 4. Though I enjoyed a good nap on couch and met friend for dinner, I’m wouldn’t say it was a good trade.

The nap resulted in waking up feeling like someone threw a rock at my head. Should have guessed the multi-color crap I coughed up during my A.M. run was a sign a cold still lurking. Hard headed, nothing stops me from running except post boob-job recovery.

I would have traded dinner for accomplishing number 1. Feeling completely obligated to show face, and kinda thinking real life human conversation instead of Twitter might be good, I relunctantly ate an overpriced salad. Unfortunately, what I realized was trying to talk about nothing is a lot of work. Owning a dog as the only thing in common won’t flourish deep and energizing conversation. Shit, if barely afforded me 50min of meaningless crap.

Lesson of the day is, I value Twitter tweets, blogger’s blogs, newspapers online, and Facebook friends (even if I don’t speak their language.). Simply because you are geographically separated from people who share your real interests and stimulate your mind, doesn’t make them less worthy of your time.