As I was driving home from the grocery store yesterday (Spent $113 for my weekly haul, including diapers, wipes, Tide detergent and toilet paper! And yes, I am using an exclamation point in a sentence about toilet paper!) I found myself wondering what my life pre-Facebook was like.
I vaguely remember the first time I joined Facebook. Back in the dark ages of college, I recall hearing something about some safe new site just that only students could use. Not digging the creepy MySpace scene after I had managed to collect a few middle-aged male
friends stalkers, I decided to give it a try.
I can’t even remember what life was like B.FB. How did I know what was happening in the world? How did I live without knowing the intricate details of complete strangers’ lives? How did I survive without snarky captioned pictures that summed up my life in one short sentence?
And don’t even get me started on the “Like” button.
I mean, really. It’s too perfect. Can’t think of a way to end an online comment session that won’t be rude? Like button. Don’t really love that picture your friend posted but want to acknowledge that you saw it? Like button. Laughing your head off at a post but don’t want to seem like a creeper for commenting on it with the ever-tired ‘lol’? Once again, the like button has come to your rescue.
There are days when I am glad to have a break from Facebook. When work at the hospital consumes me, or when I’m too lazy to go hook up the Internet (we’re old school like that) or when I’m just taking a breather from all things computer-related. It feels good to just live life and not worry about a funny status or remembering to upload a picture or comment on so and so’s post.
But there are also days when, I have to admit, that I really just like having my friend Facebook around. Although I am thoroughly frightened by how much my computer now seems to know about me, (seriously, how do you turn that stuff off? The map especially scares me!) for the most part, I love being able to catch up on my friend’s lives and see their baby pictures and get little snippets into what’s new in the world.
My husband claims that Facebook is the ruin of mankind, especially in the middle-school generation. His theory is that students are stressed because even when they leave school and all the pressures associated with it, they can never really leave it because they are always plugged into it, courtesy of Facebook. Which makes sense. But I am not a middle schooler. Nor, hopefully, do I smell like one.
I know that the Facebook world isn’t “real,” per se. I know that people clean up their statuses to make their lives sound more fun and exciting than they are are (oh, wait, that’s just me?) or their kids seem funnier and cooler than they seemed an hour ago when they were destroying the house and throwing a tantrum. I know that we only post pictures that we actually want people to see and only share the things in our lives that don’t make us seem like complete lunatics.
But at the same time, I’m glad for the memories that I can look back on and the things I can share with people that (mostly) I genuinely like and admire. Even if Facebook is getting kind of creepy.
Speaking of Facebook and all, please feel free to like Tiny Blue Lines on Facebook. I promise I won’t be creepy!