Ageless and Ever
My Facebook addiction continues as I gamble away my time with endless rounds of Scrabulous and throw festive snowballs at old college friends via the magic of SuperPoke. I've been with Facebook for six months now, and it's starting to show. When we first got together we were both giddy with mutual love and admiration. We were poking constantly. Six months later, we know each other a little bit better and are keenly aware of one another's idiosyncrasies. For example, I get annoyed when Facebook asks me if I want to add an application every time I happen to click on a feature that one of my friends has added to their profile. Just because I'm curious about something doesn't mean I actually want to do it. Also, Facebook tells everyone everything I say and do. I get that it's just Facebook being Facebook, and that I have some trust issues and maybe a touch of the paranoia, but still. Is nothing sacred? Can't we share private moments and keep them just between the two of us?
Then the other day I logged in to Facebook and was met with this subtle hint:
If Facebook wants me to see other people that's one thing, but do I look like a cougar? (Don't answer that.) I never told Facebook my age so maybe I should just shut up and take it as a compliment. But these guys? Really? Of course they're single. They're still in diapers.
