tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post640656344173823877..comments2014-01-07T10:21:12.706-05:00Comments on PeaceDrops: Do You Facebook?nuccinychttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11651461098730929930noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-41667004709759341832008-11-23T18:11:00.000-05:002008-11-23T18:11:00.000-05:00Well.... I read your post and felt that I have to ...Well.... I read your post and felt that I have to put my comment on it... I think everything depends on you on Facebook... I mean you decide your friends and you decide if you want to make quizes, join groups or things like that. Many people use it in the way I do... I don't live in the city where I was born anymore, but I have a lot of friends there. Due to the fact that I don't see them very often, Facebook is an economic way of saying "hello" to them and of keeping in touch with them. Some friends of mine live in other countries, or are travelling around in the world and through Facebook they update me on their travel, or on how their live is proceeding. Although even I can not understand people who use Facebook to get to know new people... you don't get to know them really, it's not the real world... Anyway... I repeat everything depends on you... I thing if you use it with intelligence you won't think you are popular because of your Facebook friends... otherwise I feel sorry for you...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-91987979516062546512008-11-03T16:13:00.000-05:002008-11-03T16:13:00.000-05:00I don't Facebook. I don't Myspace. I see the peopl...I don't Facebook. I don't Myspace. I see the people who are close to me so much that it wouldn't make sense to write to them on Facebook. I like meeting new people, but I don't spend time trying to make people who I am not close to happy by answering polls, or responding to goofy things they send me. But you know me, and I'm not anti-social. I just really have so many things to do, including reading interesting blogs, that I don't have time for Facebook.<BR/><BR/>Life is so wonderful in person!Audreyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03856812667796475183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118065364043851426.post-2176015704900480342008-10-29T12:15:00.000-04:002008-10-29T12:15:00.000-04:00I love Facebook. I'm borderline addicted to it. An...I love Facebook. I'm borderline addicted to it. And in the beginning I was receiving all kinds of messages like "Click here and we'll save the rainforest" and "John just sent you a panda for your zoo! Do you accept?" etc. And what did I do? I felt pressure - which I can't stand. On the one hand, I don't want to be rude and not accept the panda that someone so kindly sent me and I certainly care about the rainforest, but then I took a step back and thought, “Are you kidding me? This is COMPLETELY retarded.” I'm not saving the rainforest by accepting your tulip to add to my garden and I don't HAVE a zoo. It's virtual - not real and you don't have to participate if you don't want to. (Although, I did really enjoy the Aussie Insult Generator.)<BR/> <BR/>Of the 180 or so friends that I have on Facebook, I’m close to 5 people whom I’ve been friends with for over 20 years, 4 of whom don’t get involved because they’re over it and the novelty has worn off. The one other who is on it as much as I am, likes it for the same reasons I do – mainly to send messages to friends who live all over the place and to post photos and videos because we never see each other and we can stay in touch and see what’s going on in each other’s lives without having to sit down and call which is nearly impossible because of our schedules and time difference etc. Of this group of friends, shockingly, I really like 98% of them and I actually know them from years ago and lost touch. And others, I’ve met a few times but I really liked and found them interesting or super funny and smart. The other 2% I don’t know very well at all or have never met and I’m still wondering how they found me. And then there are the few others within that 2% whom I came to know and now, can’t stand. Stupid on my part, of course, but I didn’t want to be rude and not accept an invitation from someone whom I might know but don’t recall. Whatever. <BR/><BR/>Then, there are the insecure types who need to add a million people. The other day, I was talking with my friend about Facebook and she was saying how Amy from elementary school added her as a friend and she had no clue why, because back when they were 11 years old, they were never friends. She said that all she remembered about Amy was that she always wanted to be part of the “popular” group (at 11, ok.) and could never quite make it in. I don’t know how it is in Italy but it’s probably the same as any school where you have certain groups of people that are either popular, dorky, rebellious, jocks or weird and then there are the people that hate themselves and feel like they MUST be part of the popular crowd and they’re just on the fringes, never quite fitting in. Amy was part of the fringe crowd and now, in her 30’s she got what she always wanted since she was 11 – she has friends from the popular crowd. Yay Amy! You finally made it! And she’s going to keep adding and adding until Goddamn it, she collects every popular person from elementary school, high school, nursery school etc. that she always wanted to be close to but was juuuuust out of reach. It was kind of funny at first, but actually quite sad. Maybe people never grow out of this – where they want to belong to a part of a group that rejected them, trying to prove that they’re “good enough”. But on the other hand, maybe there’s some truth to it, when you think back to your own “Amy” and how you remember her. She’ll probably always be the fringe girl that didn’t know who she was and was always trying too hard to please and fit in, because that’s all you remember of her. And have things changed, really? But in any case, Amy’s happy and my friend couldn’t care less about Amy. Their realities are different and what does it matter, when in truth, they’ll very likely never see each other again and maybe for Amy this was a shiny moment in her life. <BR/><BR/>Then, there’s the issue of Facebook-De-Friending. I saw a comment the other day to one of my “friend’s” quotes saying, “Kathy, if you continue writing these hateful political messages, I will be forced to Facebook de-friend you”! I thought it was hilarious. And even more funny when Kathy started posting more feverishly. “Facebook-De-Friend”?? Sometimes, I wish I could do that in real life with a wand, “Carolyn, I find you morally reprehensible, intellectually retarded, spiritually bankrupt and a general plague on my life. I now command thee, De-Friended. Be gone.” Whoosh.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, I enjoy Facebook – for me, it’s a great way to keep in touch with friends that live too far away or are busy and to see sometimes hysterically funny photos and comments without having to actively sit down and call or write when you don’t have as much time as you wish you had. And the other fake people who suck or are generally as dull as a piece of toast and with an IQ of a cucumber, I don’t have to acknowledge as a friend in real life – I can explain that we’re not ACTUAL friends, we’re FACEBOOK friends. <BR/><BR/>Nice Calendar, by the way.kkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18015996631231243592noreply@blogger.com