So I joined Facebook a month or so ago. By accident. Seriously, by accident. I was invited to view my bro-in-law's Facebook page, and before you know it, a few clicks later, I was actually a member. Yes, when I just wanted to be a lurker.
Anyhow, I have discovered that although I am a bit old for Facebook, I kind of like it. I've especially gotten into the word game applications that they offer. A few brave people have played against me, and beaten me most of the time. :)
So, what's bothering me? Even though I didn't want to join Facebook, I now suddenly care about it. Specifically, I care about the number of friends I have. I have 10 friends. Now, they're good people that are really awesome, but there are 10. Yes, 10. I only got number 10 this week. Everyone else has dozens of friends on Facebook. I have 10.
Hmm. I don't know why I'm concerned about this. I should probably be more concerned about imporant things, like my class, the kids, family, etc. Don't get me wrong, I do care about them and of course they're number 1, but still, it is in the back of my mind.
10 friends.
Well, now you see, or at least have confirmed your suspicions that I am indeed crazy. No more needs to be said. If it weren't for those damn word games, I probably wouldn't even still be on Facebook...or would I?
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I got sucked into the Facebook vortex quite a while ago, but have thankfully weaned myself off of it completely.
There were a bunch of passive aggressive girlfriends of mine being petty to one another and it annoyed me. Add to that an ex-BF from FOREVER ago sent me a friend request and that's all it took to say sayonara Facebook for me!
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