A major discussion topic today. Facebook a boon or a bane? I confess I turned it into a bane myself. Logged into Face Book 24*7 on my Black Berry, in my hands. Yes, I finally gave up relentlessly last night.
A stern declaration I threw to my hubby about deactivating my FB account. He pacified me, advising about hiding the wall, privacy concerns and million other methods.
I could not budge from my decision. An additional responsibility being swept away was my apprehension about my decision and could breathe relief today.
Am not a social bug. Suggested by friends, the FB fantasy that narrowed the geographical proximity amongst numerous dear ones spread across different parts of the hills, actually hooked me on to it 2 years ago. And the journey stormed in to last till yesterday.
Read every body's chores and bores to interesting status messages. Daily horoscope seemed fascinating. Typing in status messages each day formed part of preening. I once enjoyed this!
Extensive presentation of narcissism and gloating.
Couldn't refrain from spasmodic peeping into the page. I did discover innumerable relatives, school-mates, class-mates, sports-mates, long lost touch with. Simultaneously friend requests from numerous "virtual" friends poured in.
Often mused, though how engrossed I was into e-socialising each day heaping tiny other chores undone. And after all these tete-te, I never played any of the Farm- Ville or other games! Saved.
Huh. One day I immensely scrutinized the privacy customisations and all better tools to make me feel the same I would, after a puffing and panting being chased by a bull and locking myself in the bathroom.
Yet the migraine did not cease. Home page itself it was, haunted and never ceased to creep up on my pillows at midnight too every message that "squealed" on my BB[black Berry].
What am amazing discovery that set you on cloud 9 yet so exhausted and plonky.
Friend request records hit me high above head making me dizzy. Identity claims of these requests left me alarmed at times.
Oh, yes not to forget. We would go popular with fulsome posts, pictures relating to any holiday that we take. How happy I would be. Not later than last night though.
I give up...........My 6 year old was the second happiest. " I told you" she murmured. Wonder what she told me though!
That was the other part. However I feel secured now in my small happier world with my own Face Book page.
I keep my eyes open for any such information like the Wall street Journal published on the Face Book's anti-google fiasco.
This happening isn't synonymous with the quote saying any graph that strikes high falls down. No this was different. It shot up and vanished into thin air:-)
My friend, a regular reader of my blog referred to me as prolific. I vow to maintain this not to transit into the mode which made me write the above post!
Anybody there? reading ?
Cheers,
Signing out ; Sush Khush [ I remember my ex- boss mentioning this phrase often]