Facebook is a virtual town that we visit to be simultaneously informed, amused and annoyed out of our freaking minds. I’d say it’s a 33 percent, 33 percent, 34 percent split, respectively.
I like Facebook. It tells me when my friends’ birthdays are so that I don’t look like a jerk, it forces me to keep up my basic hygiene because at any moment I might be documented then displayed, and it entertains me with funny articles and gifs. But it also reveals the ugly truth that a large portion of people have the social prowess of a mosquito, an indiscreet mosquito. You know, the kind that’s not
quite smart enough to land without you feeling it. The good news is that at least this way, you can squish it to smithereens (I mean brush it off) — like unfollow someone’s news feed — but the bad news is that you can be almost certain that another one is going to come along.
I like Facebook. It tells me when my friends’ birthdays are so that I don’t look like a jerk, it forces me to keep up my basic hygiene because at any moment I might be documented then displayed, and it entertains me with funny articles and gifs. But it also reveals the ugly truth that a large portion of people have the social prowess of a mosquito, an indiscreet mosquito. You know, the kind that’s not
quite smart enough to land without you feeling it. The good news is that at least this way, you can squish it to smithereens (I mean brush it off) — like unfollow someone’s news feed — but the bad news is that you can be almost certain that another one is going to come along.
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