Return to Social Networking
Facebook and I have always had a strained relationship. I remember when the thing came out I automatically had an aversion to it, either because of my natural apprehension of internet innovations, or because every perfume-y sorority girl I heard within earshot couldn't stop yipping and yapping about it. Facebook seems like a fairly narcissistic invention: you broadcast your interests and pictures for everyone to see and notice how interesting you are. And if that's truly the case, then I'm one hell of an uninteresting person. I've had the same profile picture for, oh, maybe 4 years? It's a picture of Itsumi and me from when we were in Kobe one time. I think we were waiting to go into a movie theater. And honest-to-goodness, 80% of the pictures of me that friends have posted show me clutching some container of beer. There's Ry with glass of beer; Ry with forty of beer; Ry with bottle of beer, in a wedding tux, no less; Ry with can of beer, and so on. I promise, I haven't drunk in a beer in weeks, and I can't even remember the last time I was actually drunk, and not because I was drunk...if that makes sense??? But looking at my Facebook photos, one would definitely come away with another idea.
A lot of adults from my past, mostly high school, have joined, too. And that's just weird. Friends' mothers, fathers, and even the president of my high school have asked me to be their friend. No. I absolutely refuse.
I've noticed from Facebook photos that a lot of my old friends from my childhood are beasts of men. Some have joined the military and gotten this way, one played football in college and was big even before then, and some have just done it the old fashioned way by working out. Me? I'm probably smaller now. I'm shrinking. All of my friends have grown into virile, strapping young men, and I'm shrinking into Sherman from Peabody's Improbable History.
A lot of adults from my past, mostly high school, have joined, too. And that's just weird. Friends' mothers, fathers, and even the president of my high school have asked me to be their friend. No. I absolutely refuse.
I've noticed from Facebook photos that a lot of my old friends from my childhood are beasts of men. Some have joined the military and gotten this way, one played football in college and was big even before then, and some have just done it the old fashioned way by working out. Me? I'm probably smaller now. I'm shrinking. All of my friends have grown into virile, strapping young men, and I'm shrinking into Sherman from Peabody's Improbable History.