I am in love with Facebook. I have been able to connect with friends that I haven’t seen since Elementary School, High School, College, my days at MCI… these are “my people.”
I love to add an interesting status update. Sometimes they are funny, some motivating, some off the wall. Yesterday my status was this:
According to http://www.friendshipstats.com I have 291 friends, 171 more than average. 43% are male, 57% are female. 39 are single, 181 are dating or married. If I contracted a deadly variant of flu, I would likely infect 11 people, 1 of whom would die. When I share something on Facebook, it is typically viewed by 22 people. If I died today, an estimated 446 people would try to attend my funeral.
Man! The Internet is CRAZY!
I use my laptop a lot for work. If I’m near it, I’m on it. When I’m on it, I’m on Facebook. I love to see what people are up to, and see what’s going on in all of the communities to which I’m tied in some fashion. I also like to play this stupid, repetitive, click-happy game called Farm Town. The idea is that you buy crops and harvest them for points. You hire your friends (or strangers) to come work your land. Right now, I am saving for a bigger house. And decorating with flowers and fences. I am addicted.
Cut to Chip. He’s not thrilled with the amount of time that I spend on FB. After all, I could be watching TV with him. (oooh, ahh, hold me back) He recently joined FB so he could look at pictures. Of girls. Of girls he knows and does not know.
Anyway, I figure the first part of whipping this vice is by admitting I have a problem. So there you have it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go harvest my grapes before they die.
1 comment:
OK, enough is enough. Just because your banned from Facebook (NOT) doesn't mean you can't continue on this site. I'm waiting for your words of wisdom and insight.
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