Little boxes made of ticky-tacky

I have a love/hate relationship with Facebook. Actually, its more like a kinda-like/couldn't-care-less relationship. I think I have deleted my account three or four times only to come crawling back when I really need to download pictures of friends. Also, Facebook didn't even exist when I was a freshman, so I know first-hand that the world still works fine without it.

I can't really speak about any other social networking site because I don't have accounts with/have never heard of them. I used to have an account with Myspace for a short while, but soon deleted it because:
A) it only functioned 11 percent of the time
B) men from Maryville hit on me via obscene and ignorant messages
and C) I had no idea why I needed one.

Suffice it to say, Facebook does all and more than I could ever want a networking site to do. Probably too much, actually. I am so tired of getting invites to inane applications and groups for Stephen Colbert. It seems like people are fabricating common interests at this point. I don't want to be a hypocrite, so I'll say this: I like silly things too, I just don't like scrolling for 5 minutes to find what I wrote on someone's wall.

Facebook's redeeming quality is the photo application. This really was something that was impossible before. Without a digital camera, I often felt like my personal collection of tangible memories was lacking, but that problem is no longer.

So, in my opinion, Facebook isn't lacking anything - it has too much. But honestly, I really just don't care. I miss the days when speakerphone was mind-blowing technology and could entertain my roommate and I for a whole evening. At least dancing will always happen.

1 comment:

Audrey said...

ha, love the dancing link...