Tuesday, February 1, 2011

My Social Network

I hated Facebook. For the life of me, I couldn't figure it out.  What was I supposed to do with it?

This was pretty early on in the Facebook timeline. I remember two things that set the initial impression. The first was a standard 'Take a Movie Quiz and See How Well You Do Against Your Friends" kind of thing. I completed it. Whoop-de-doo. The second impression came when a friend posted on my wall, something having to do with predicting my death, one of those worthless apps that amazingly sees the future with just the minimal amount of personal information and a few animated gifs. I didn't get. It wasn't changing my life. So I deleted myself within the week.

[queue montage. traveling music begins and brief scenes from my life pass in front of your eyes as three years elapse.]

My better half says, "Did you see the photos from Shane's trip?"

"No. I didn't get that email, I guess."

"It wasn't an email. It's on Facebook." Then he told me about someone else's post. Then another. And another.

I have to say, I was feeling left out. So I went back and signed up again for no other reason than all the cool kids were doing it and I was the uninvited band geek. It's shameful really.