It’s happened. I have finally succumbed to the peer pressure and set up a Facebook page. What have I done? I am already regretting my decision. I am a Twitter addict, tried and true. I like the anonymity and the brevity of it all. I actually receive useful writing information on Twitter. There’s something to be said for that. I’ve learned quite a bit about writers, rules and tricks of the trade. That was my goal from the beginning.
But now…now I’m looking at a page of gobbledy gooked comments all over the place. There’s no organization. There’s random updates of which I have no idea what they are. I like order! I would look at one person’s page and find they know someone else I might know so I keep going from page to page saying “I know this one!” and “Hey, I havent seen her in forever!” What have I done? I don’t want to open this door. I don’t want to invite a flood of people I haven’t talked to in ages to chit chat about stuff I don’t care about.
Am I selfish? Am I conceited? Maybe I’ve turned into a hermit? I’m not sure, but I feel like I’ve opened Pandora’s box with this stupid page and I just want to shut it. I want to fill it full of concrete and lock it up tight and drop it to the bottom of the nearest river. Is it too late to turn back? I am really trying to convince myself that this was a good idea, but I can’t do it. There is one person that I haven’t talked to in ages that I have been dying to talk to. Maybe I can just send her my email address and then shut it all down. I’ll shut it down and pretend like it never happened. That sounds good, right? No one will ever know?
Crap…how did I get 24 friends already?