It’s Facebook’s Fault

As you can see by my long absence from this blog, my high school reunion back in October took a lot out of me. So many cougars! So much animal print!  

And how does one erase the memory of exhausting and fruitless political discussions with once-reasonable former classmates, who, like me, were brought up in working middle-class families, by parents who probably belonged to unions and were probably Kennedy-worshiping Dems back in the day. Why have they now become angry, right-wing conservatives?  (Why are they always so angry? Perhaps it’s because they got stuck with Romney as their presidential nominee.) I found this odd given our common socio-economic backgrounds. It was draining. It was mind-numbing. Or maybe that was my reaction to learning there would be a cash bar. Don’t get me started on that. But all in all, a lovely evening.

Then came the holidays, which sucked the life out of me as they usually do. But in a good way. 

But by far, the greatest contributor to my absence here has been my new-found addiction to Facebook (which will not be replacing my old addiction to wine). Yes, it’s true, I was a former detractor of Facebook. This is well-documented. I thought it was lame. And a time-waster. (It is.) But in many ways it is gratifying. I have reconnected with many old friends, and hidden from a few. I have seen happy family photos of old friends, their children, and in some cases, their grandchildren. I’m glad to know they’re doing well. I now know their musical tastes, political leanings, and hobbies. In fact, I know more about some friends than when I saw them every day. I’m not sure if this is a good thing.

Some of them post interesting articles that we all can comment on. We rate them by “Liking” or “Disliking” them with a handy little button. So efficient. Like most things these days, this Like/Dislike button feature just reinforces the knee-jerk response we computer-addicted humans have developed when faced with nuanced discourse and complex issues. No discussion! Just click! You hardly have to think at all! Darwin was right. Animals (including humans) DO adapt to the circumstances they find themselves in. Sometimes the circumstance is called Facebook.

We tease each other. We’ve seen who must always have the last word. All in all, harmless fun. No one has stolen my identity or unleashed a demonic virus into my computer. Yet. 

I realize my absence from this blog has deprived you all of reading about the usual topics: my fondness for wine, Thanksgiving, Christmas, wine-centric vacation destinations, New Year’s resolutions (spoiler:  I never keep any of them), and Weight Watchers’ continued stalking of me—because I ONCE clicked on their website for information. ONCE. 

So, to my 4.7 readers of this blog (including me)—you can thank Facebook for that.

12 thoughts on “It’s Facebook’s Fault

  1. Anne, I’m really afraid to mix FB and wine! On FB, once you hit “Post” that’s it. There is no “Edit” button. And after a few glasses of wine, I really, really need to edit myself.

    And Linda, reading blogs (especially this one!) at 6 a.m. on Saturday morning?! Pathetic. But I’m flattered.

  2. There is a delete feature you know. And little known fact – if you post something and immediately want to correct it if you click on the x to the right of the box you can edit what you just posted.

    I have a feeling this delete feature will be a lifesaver on those rare occasions when I have enjoyed a little too much wine and perhaps am a little too frisky to be on facebook.

  4. Just doing my part. Also, I want to read your funny drunk FB posts. I have been known to read something that I didn’t know I posted the night before. They make sense 96% of the time.

  5. Since you indicated you will continue this blog for your die hard followers, do let us know how often we can click on this “favorite” in our bookmarks and see a new installment – we do run dry of good reading!!!!!

  6. Sorry linny (linny!?). I am too busy making my presence known on Facebook. Ask Anne.

    I am a slave to my new i-Phone and its plethora of addictive apps (which include Facebook and all that goes with it). This tiny taskmaster (the i-Phone) keeps me emotionally shackled to it with its entrancingly sleek and hypnotic touch-pad. I cannot keep my hands off it. (Actually, it is rather smudged since I cannot put it down.) Challenge me to a game of Words with Friends–if you beat me, I will write a post about it.

  7. Haha, you said “blob.”

    OK, I am overdue for my next blob post. It’s just that fb is taking up all my time.

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