February 20, 2008
I Hate FaceBook
I hate the facebook. I know that people around the world fell for it the moment they tried it, I was one of them, but I still hate it. I hate the facebook because it has an amazing way to make you discover your real friends from the fake ones.
I started hating the facebook when M.M.I.B didn’t add me to his friends list. He claimed we are friends but he was scared that his fiancée, now wife, will see me on the facebook. She knew who am I, and she knew that he had a thing for me before her parents interfered to get the pigeon back to the cage. He didn’t add me, and then I knew that the 0.00000000001% probability of him being honest about us is false.
I hated the facebook more with HH, unlike M.M.I.B I was on his friend list but neither of us maintained that position for long. First he started by approaching a friend’s girlfriend just because she is Mexican and on my list. Then I started posing questions about people he is still calling family though they aren’t. Hence the block and delete.
Facebook didn’t stop at that point, it was the way I discovered Brad’s engagement. Later Brad deleted me; hid himself so that I can’t find him through searches and though we are supposed to be on friendship basis I am still off his friend list.
The best thing I initially liked about the facebook was that it got me back in touch with old friends. It was really nice to get back in contact with people from college and school. I kind of hate that feature too as these people will always show off the shiny job, shiny husband and shiny kids. Then consequently they will make my life less shiny as I quit my job, have no husbands and definitely no kids.
I am not in the mood to brag. Actually I am in the mood to count my losses not my victories, if I have any. I think it wasn’t a good idea to get back in touch with old friends. Now I remember why I have always hated re-unions.
I hate the facebook, but I don’t think I will quit it soon.