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Facebook is Bad For My Self-Esteem

by Melissa Sullivan on January 9th, 2008

I’d been hearing about Facebook for a couple of years now. Since my husband works with college students and we used to live on a college campus, I knew exactly what it was. I just assumed that I didn’t need to be concerned with the whole thing. It’s for teenagers and pedophiles, much like MySpace, right? But then last week, I heard that it’s the second most popular networking site for professionals (right after LinkedIn, which I caught onto a while ago). So, I set a New Year’s Resolution to get myself on Facebook.

I excitedly asked my husband what I needed to know, and set about filling out my profile. I giddily added Shawn as my first friend, and then happily browsed for more people I know. Unfortunately, that didn’t take very long. Most of my friends are stay-at-home-moms who also assume that Facebook is for teenagers and pedophiles. Thus, they are not listed.

That’s OK, I thought. I have not four, not five, but six online acquaintances with which to interact and have loads of Facebook fun. So I added those friends and waited for the hijinks to ensue.

Cue the sound of crickets chirping…

It’s now been a whole week, and not even my own husband has written a message on my wall. I suppose he wouldn’t need to, since we live together and all. But still. No messages on my wall, no ‘add as friend’ requests from any additional acquaintances I may have missed the first time. No long-lost high school or college pals delighted to have located me in cyberspace. And I’ve never been one of those girls who is desperate to get poked, but I’m really wishing someone would just poke me already. I would settle for a pity poke at this point.

chirp chirp…

Maybe I should have left this new-fangled technology to the teenagers and pedophiles. Maybe I’m better off in the real world. In the real world, my friends email me and call me regularly, my husband talks to me over dinner, and I don’t have to feel bad about myself because I’m not getting poked regularly.

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Discussion & Feedback

There are 2 responses to this article.

  1. Jim Rosenberg said:

    Well for cryin’ out loud, how bad would it be if nobody even left a comment HERE! :-)

    January 9th, 2008 at 12:50 pm #

  2. Melissa Sullivan said:

    Whew! Thanks Jim!

    January 9th, 2008 at 1:42 pm #

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