Facebooking
Facebook is a very interesting place sometimes. When I first got on it a number of years ago, I was posting witty status updates, posting my pictures immediately after they were taken, writing on friends’ walls and searching out those long lost friends.
Now I hardly post anything on Facebook anymore. I look at it on my phone just to see what others are up to. The curiosity factor is still there for me, but nothing else. My “About Me” page is virtually blank. I have no work information there, hardly any activities and interests and my relationship status is blank. Not single, not in a relationship, just blank. It’s not because I don’t want people to know I have a boyfriend. My closest friends and family know I am in a relationship. Why does the rest of the world need to know? The Boyfriend feels the same way about Facebook as I do.
At his sister’s wedding, some of his extended family members told me they recognized me from Facebook. I never really thought about it like that. In a way, it felt nice to be recognized as someone significant in his life. But in another way, it’s a little weird that social media lets us peek into people’s lives like this.
