Facebook: It’s Been Three Minutes Since My Last Confession
(Note: To my more, perhaps, delicate or easily queasy readers you may want to skip this one as it is quite graphic – although therein lies the point.)
Social Networking? Really? Or is it just too much information? I wholeheartedly admit that I am as addicted as the next guy. Every morning, after grabbing my cup of coffee and my first cigarette of the day, I log in to Facebook and proceed to spend the next hour or so reading comments, watching funny video clips, wishing people happy birthday, and just moseying around. At night, while I’m in bed watching re-runs of L.A. Ink and puffing on my last cigarette of the day, I catch up on my Tweets. More and more often lately as I’m reading status updates I am utterly shocked, mid-drag, over what is shared.
Does social decorum not exist in social networking? There are certain things that I just don’t want to know. I definitely do not want to read that, “while douching a pungent odor came wafting out. What could be wrong?” I don’t know! But book the appointment now. Don’t bother with logging out of Facebook. You don’t have time. Leave that survey “What Kind of Pus-Filled Boil Are You?” undone. It will still be there when you come home with that prescription cream and a healthy round of antibiotics. Read more
