This one is going to get me in a lot of trouble. Oh Well. Honesty counts for something, doesn’t it? Yeah. For me, it counts for losing many opportunities. Because I don’t play the games. My buffer is busted. Who do I see for that? A shrink is too expensive, and most of them suck! Hey! I know! I can share all of the intimate details of my life and in my head with “friends” on Facebook! That is what my better half does! He is constantly on that thing. Posting where we are, what we are doing. WHO GIVES A FUCK?
Just because something happened to you doesn’t make it interesting. And why would you want to share it? (Uh, like on a blog?) Is life so dull that you need strangers to feel whole? I must admit that the only reason I am on facebook is to introduce my music to folks. And I was forced into it by my husband.
He loves my music and thinks that everyone else should. I told him that just because he thinks it’s great, it is not the priority of the rest of the universe! Don’t get me wrong, I think it is very sweet that he is so enthusiastic, supportive, and loves my art. He is the best thing that ever happened to me. Better than a record deal! He is smart, beautiful, generous, and a fan. (Is that enough suck-up stuff for him to forgive me for what I am spewing?) And I love him very much. (Hope he still loves me after this.) He is the one that set up my blog! He set it up months ago. And I finally started it this week. Probably the biggest mistake of my life. Then I noticed that he used “The Mind of Chorney”! When I read it, I hit the roof! There was already “The Mind of Mencia”. AHHHH! You only have one time to make a first impression. Okay. So what should I use to replace it? “Self Destruction in a Day”? “How to Lose Friends”? “Linda, shut the fuck up”? I think I will use that one!
Getting back to FFB. I have been sucked into some interesting discussions, and reconnected with my high school class, which is pretty cool, but how much fucking time does one need to spend on facebook?!!! It takes me at least 30 minutes to get through messages each day! (But don’t stop! It makes me feel popular!)
Hubby has all of the techi-touchy toys. I don’t have an iphone, or itouch. But ipuke every time he gets a “ding” noise indicating that he has a new message on line, and he has to immediately jump to read it. Really? It goes off at night, next to the bed! It gets more action than I do! Maybe I’m just jealous.
I am going to create “Shit-Facebook”. We just post pictures of ourselves and friends and strangers, drunk.
And now it is too early to get wasted, though the situation could “drive me to drink”. My first X husband’s Mom always used that phrase. And I may have another one after this post! Nothing like a little Patron on my Frosted Flakes. Tony and I are doing shots this morning! I’ll post our photos on the first “ShitFacebook” entry.
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Ah … you’re conflicted, Linda … but I understand your conflict really well. Having been online in some fashion for far longer than the Internet was available on everyone’s embedded chips, I’ve often wondered at how to reconcile the seeming loss of ourselves into etherspace. I know a lot of people, myself included at times, whose every waking moment (and sometimes dreaming ones as well) is consumed by staring into some screen and typing or clicking being our only form of physical activity. And let’s face it … there’s a lot of cool shit out there. To deny it is just silly. 🙂 I have a lot of opinions as to why we tend to drift out of the physical into the electronic so completely, but that’s for another time and discussion. I’ll just say that Facebook and all other forms of social media and communication are nothing more than tools. I try to just use the tool for what I want, then put it aside. If you can’t … well, from a former addict, take it from me … you’re addicted to it and you need to deal with it. And I know a lot of people who are truly addicted to etherspace – who *simply cannot ignore* that incoming email or text – who feel an honest-to-god personal sense of loss and panic if they can’t check into Facebook. Hey … I’m on Facebook a lot … I like chatting with people, and sometimes I like airing my laundry even when it isn’t appropriate. But hey … I do that in my physical life as well!
I think blogs are a better way really to express “you” – Facebook is kind of like the break room at work and everyone is chatting about everyone else and everything simultaneously. 🙂 I do enjoy your chatter though – and honestly, I found out about YOU and your excellent music on Facebook … so that can’t be a bad thing, right? Use the tool! 🙂
Hmm, wrote this a couple of hours ago, but it never seemed to have posted. Let’s try again:
You certainly have a valid point, Linda. People spend way too much time on facebook, on email, on google search, on Second Life, on the computer *in general* to have any kind of productive REAL LIFE, and for some (me included) it may even be an artful escape from reality, thinking we are connecting with other humans in this shrinking, stinking world of ours and forming a chain of angst or even ecstasy that will reach 7 times to the moon and back, but you know what? It’s a fucking blast! And I like it. How else can a person like myself rant, rave and vent to friends, family, complete strangers alike???? On a regular basis???? Without complete alienation of (most of) said friends/family/complete strangers???? And, btw, I love your rants, too! But, I guess, if you don’t like it, you could always take a break from it, right? I mean, that is allowed in the “blogosphere,” ain’t it ???
So, ok, the only reason I’m on FFB is because my awesome cousin insisted I look at some of her awesome photos. After that, I reconnected with an awesome friend of mine from the old days. So, I am somewhat hooked. But it’s NOT taking over my life. I SWEAR it’s not!! I mean, look, I’ve only wasted 10 minutes writing you this comment for your awesome blog posting. That leaves me a good 1430 minutes to waste on cooking, cleaning, playing with my cats, beading, googling my next question, sleeping, dreaming about getting laid “well and often,” etc. Plenty of time. So, ciao, bebe, love your blog, even if i do connect to it thru FFB!!!
[Caveat emptor — I am the creator of the aforementioned timesinkhole High School class group that Linda referred to and if Linda isn’t careful, I’ll create one for our Sunday School class too!]
Observation 1 — My work here is just beginning.
Observation 2 — Didn’t you know we all loved and adored you for your mind back in the day and none of us gave a horse’s patootie that you were smoking hot in High School, Junior High, Grade School, etc.? Don’t knock the Mind of Chorney!