Showing posts with label Facebook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Facebook. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Interesting
In this day and age of electronics and communicating, my Facebook account is where I go to catch up with friends and family and just see what in the world are people up to. My Facebook account is an escape from the monotony of the day, which is full of crying kids, housework, and a host of undone accomplishments. These are details that I never would have known pre-Facebook, but now that we are all plugged into this communication machine, we get caught up in following people's lives. We find out what is important to people, what they value, what their priorities are. If I think about it too much, it's sorta scary how much information about ourselves is out there.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Facebook Frenzy
When I'm on Facebook and I find this to be rather random, I tend to look in the background of my friend's photos. I don't know if this is a fault or not, but I want to know what kind of house they live in, how is it decorated, is the house messy like mine and all other small details of people's lives. Facebook is an interesting phenomonon. It almost seems like some friends are really over the top sometimes. "Look at my awesome pictures of the circus-themed, 4-year-old birthday bash that the whole neighborhood came to and I have these sweet pictures of all the things that I did to create this beautiful event that turned out flawlessly and made my baby so happy today." And then the influx of all the comments come in. "You are the best mom for creating such a spectactular party for you kid, etc, etc. Now I know I am exaggerating here a bit. But come on, be real. Some people just take things a little to far. (Not everyone is like that by the way). It's just all kind of funny to me. I also feel like so many people are wasting time playing games and taking unimportant quizzes. Are we all really that bored? Diversion I suppose. Away from the dishes, screaming babies, kids fighting, ants crawling in the kitchen, laundary, husband wanting dinner...The work part of life.
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