A random bit today.

I haven’t been completely random in a while and that’s just wrong.  I think about random things all the time and it’s nice to be able to express them once in a while.  If you're not up for my random thoughts and feelings about the “book” you’ve been warned…

So facebook.  I love blogging and have had a blast with my blog and blog friends for the last few years so I thought I would give facebook a whirl a few months ago.  Not everyone has a blog and most of my friends and family don’t read mine (blasphemy! or blessing?) so I thought meh- why not?

I was lost from the very beginning.  I must have been doing it wrong.  Something about invites, accepting “friends”, ignoring “friends”, “friend” suggestions, what is a wall and why is everyone writing on them- graffiti?,  profiles,  fans, who’s chatting with who, submitting dna samples- okay so I made that one up but it’s not far off the mark, the list goes on and on.  Then on top of all that other stuff someone started hiding daggers (?) and the mafia was warring.  Someone gifted me a dog and a lost cow found it’s way from some farm.  I started to feel like I was lost in some spanish version of “Days of our Lives”.  I had no idea what was happening and I didn’t have the time to figure it out!  That’s where I start to plead the “I have 5 kids so I don’t have any time at all” card.

I tried, I really did.  I tried to keep up for a month. I was doing fairly well until I started to feel like it would take me all night every day to scribble on walls, comment on photos,  figure out what to do with a computer dog, accept new friends and so forth because for the most part I really did know those people.  They would know if I was slacking.  They would know that I didn’t want to be their friend if I didn’t accept.  They would know if I didn’t want their dog or dagger.  They would see that I was online but ignoring the little chat box.  I don’t want to be that person. I don’t want to look at my computer like it’s a treadmill. If I can’t give something 100% I don’t want to do it at all.

Blogging is safe and less pressure. No one comes to hunt for me, or at least it’s not public when they do.  No one gifts me random animals unless they are stuffed and come in the mail.  No one can see when I’m online or when I’m not- I like a little anonymity.  No one will see that I’m only giving 20% because that’s all I have.

So, I deleted my facebook account and I’m pleading the five kids card.  It wa making me feel like a loser. I hope I didn’t offend anyone when I shut it down. Nothing against those of you who understand it and love it, nothing wrong with that! May your farms flourish and friend box grow larger ;). I blog and hide and that’s all I can do.  That’s all I want to do so facebook just isn’t for me.

Aaannndd that’s the end of random for today.