I undeleted my Facebook account. ("Undeleted" is a word, you archaic spellchecker. Oh what, "spellchecker" is a word but "undeleted" isn't? Fuck you.) There were a few people I only kept in touch with on the site. I pared my feed down to only those I care about or who greatly interest me. It's a good thing.
But today I saw my Step Mom posting some stuff about farmers and farming. She's a small town gal, and probably has plenty of friends and family who actually are farmers, so I assumed she was writing something to them. When I read her update closer I saw she was actually communicating to other people on her friends list who played one of those games on Facebook, the farming game. I think she must have also befriended people through the game.
It was like seeing an animal attached inextricably to a piece of plastic.
But today I saw my Step Mom posting some stuff about farmers and farming. She's a small town gal, and probably has plenty of friends and family who actually are farmers, so I assumed she was writing something to them. When I read her update closer I saw she was actually communicating to other people on her friends list who played one of those games on Facebook, the farming game. I think she must have also befriended people through the game.
It was like seeing an animal attached inextricably to a piece of plastic.