Et Tu, Peter? Well...Sorta
The few who read this drivel might remember some of the shots I’ve taken at the Facebook crowd every now and then. And those of you who know me and are unfortunate enough to have to talk to me on a regular basis know that there is nothing more fun (for me) than whacking the poor souls who actually think the rest of us care whether or not they’re having chicken or pot roast for dinner, let alone whether or not the new dog crapped all over their $20,000 area rug. And let’s be honest, if the dog actually did that…get a cat.
Having said all of that, and much more, I have to admit to becoming mildly amused, if not somewhat in awe, of the phenomenon known as Facebook. I mean, it has given me the opportunity to re-connect with certain old friends who, for all I knew, were dead! And I have received news about people (whether it be a death, birth, whatever…) that I never would have heard about. Those are good things.
I guess what’s annoying is the fact that it seems everyone assumes that everyone else wants to know every aspect of your life. Call it the “Oprahfication of America.” You see people go on Oprah (or any of these other dopey shows) and they feel the need to the viewers everything. On the other hand, it’s incredibly sad that there are so many people who care. And that brings me back to Facebook. It’s like there aren’t any secrets anymore. You wonder if people keep anything to themselves anymore.
And I have to admit it, I get a certain kick out of some of these things. It’s the voyeur in me. And you can bet your ass I’m going to start using some of the more moronic ones on this blog! And there are those who use it for their own political or religious platform. Actually, some of those are funnier than the inane posts, if you know what I mean.
But in the end, I suppose I’ll keep reading, laughing and hoping that I’m smart enough to keep most of my life to myself.
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