face it, it's almost over

so i gave up on facebook a few months ago. i knew i wanted nothing to do with the world's most popular social networking site when one of my "friends" posted pictures of his son lying in a hospital bed after suffering a terrible gash on his face. apparently my "friend" believed that his network connections were interested in viewing images of his offspring bleeding from the lip at sick kids. smile for the camera, josh, and say hello to my 782 "friends." and then there are all those oddball page suggestions. and what about all those weirdo group invites? and the birthday requests. and the cafe gift requests. and the zoo world gift invitations. and the eggs. (what's the deal with the eggs?) and, of course, how could i forget all those friend requests from individuals i have yet to have the pleasure of meeting in the first place. not to mention the fact that i still don't understand the difference between posting a comment versus posting from wall to wall. and even though i was once taught how to leave a reply that remains entirely private (thanks jc), beats me if i can recall how to do that anymore. but what really troubles me about facebook is the rampant narcissism that pervades the site. and believe me when i say that i know everything there is to know about rampant narcissism. to illustrate, here's just a sample of some recent profile updates within my circle of influence:

• "taking a nap"
• "having a coffee"
• "off to the zoo"
• "just back from the movies"
• "decided to sleep in"

um, this is what facebook aficionados are writing about? naptime and coffee breaks? ok, so i admit that i'm a bit of a hypocrite when it comes right down to it. ok, maybe more than just a bit of a hypocrite. i will concede that when it's my silly status updates or my funny family portraits or my whimsical witticisms that are being posted, i don't take nearly as much offence as when those contributions are being delivered by another. and quite frankly, my blog entries probably contain just as much self-absorbed fluff as do any decent facebook update. probably more, in fact. so what's my beef then? well, to be honest, at this late hour i can no longer recall what i was whining about in the first place. que sera. and thank g-d for blogger.

"but enough about me. let's talk about you then. so... what do you think of me." - bette midler

i'm still alive: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbhsYC4gKy4