The Facebook has always been this thing that I have heard other people talk about, but I really had no interest in taking part in, sort of like Yoga. This Facebook thing had its own lexicon, with “tagging” and “walls”, etc, and I was happily removed from all of this double talk and jargon. Its not that I felt superior to people on the Facebook, I just could not be bothered to incorporate this weird world into my life, and besides my friend Cheryl was not on it either, and she seems to live a very full life. I have been on television, been on websites, and I was pretty much convinced that everyone in the world who wanted to find me has found me already, and I really felt no need to live my life in such a public way that anyone could know what I ate for breakfast, or that I am feeling hung-over. And I have heard people break up and fight over things on the Facebook, which really seemed sort of juvenile and dumb, fights about posts on “walls’ and pictures from some drunken night.

Then my sister signed me up. There I was, on the Facebook for all of the world to see. And then the alerts started coming. I was “tagged”- what does that mean? Am I “it” now? How do I get rid of it? My resistance to follow the links proved futile, and sure enough I got hooked. I now need need need to know what that girl from high school’s husband looks like. I need need need to know if that girl from camp ever lost the weight. The Facebook is terrifying and addicting, sort of like a celebrity weekly magazine, starring people that you have known at some point in your life. I can not imagine what is next…