This post is hard for me to write.
I never wanted to meet you on Facebook. I didn’t want anything to do with it.
I had been burned before. Yes, I was around in the Friendster era. I communicated with friends on Xanga. I was cognizant enough to remember an NPR report about the tremendous growth of MySpace. But we know how that ended.
So I was dubious. I was betting on the next big thing. Hi5, Bebo, Ning, SecondLife. Before Facebook ended, I wanted to be ready.
But it didn’t. So here I am. On Facebook.
Part of the reason it took me so long was the amount of oversharing on there. By now, you know what that looks like. Cuddly cat pics from the person in middle school you’d rather forget. Status updates about traffic problems in a town you’ve never visited. Envy over redesigned living rooms and bedroom suites and apartments that you can never afford.
I’ve gotten over this, though.
As my neighbor and friend Jakob put it when I was going over this stuff with him, he just shrugged and said “it’s just another social stream.”
I don’t have to pay attention to any of that stuff if I don’t want to. In fact, I’ve flexed my anti-Facebook skills for so long that (hopefully) that stuff can just keep going by without me.
So why did I join?
A purely selfish reason, but for the reason we all do it: connection.
I am interested in connecting with people, especially people who might be interested in my writing. I’ve talked to others about their writing. There are people on there who are interested in what I’m interested in. And I can expand that to some of my other interests (if I so choose…which I might not choose).
Okay, so here’s a blatant full-on plug: Like my page.
Only if that’s your thing, of course.