I’d just like to apologize. As a writer, I have a pre-existing condition for thinking that others need to know what I’m doing or thinking. And so I am on Facebook throughout the day, updating my status and commenting on other people’s statuses because let’s face it, they need to know.
I remember a time when it wasn’t like this. I remember when the only people who knew what I thought about a given issue had called me or shared a drink with me. But now, like so many others, I feel you absolutely must know what I think of any given issue that has kept my interest for more than 30 seconds.
Even this post is in itself a further example of my thinking you need to know what I think about my needing you to know what I think.
Then again, I’m not alone. I can count on one hand the number of friends and relatives who do not have Facebook accounts. A recent post about my abnormally high blood pressure resulted in many comments and a couple of phone calls, including one from my mother in which she would not get off the phone until I promised to go to the doctor.
It’s easy to argue that Facebook has brought us closer. In many ways this is true. There are close friends who I don’t have the chance to see very often, who I talk to on Facebook. That’s nice. But there are times that I think I overshare and there are times I know that others do.
Okay. That’s enough of my rambling. I’ve gotta go check Facebook.