Sorry, I've been remiss with the posting. I'm exhausted from just contemplating getting on Facebook, which I joined a little over a week ago. Following multiple threads of conversations between friends and friends of friends without frying a few brain cells is impossible.
Till I was brought to my senses by this post by Kathy at Junkdrawer:
For all the comments, snarky or otherwise, which I managed to come up with as response to friends' comments or updates, I could have written a few blog posts, opining about those all to myself.
I struggle to keep the conversation going, or just zone off, and hit the logout button within barely a minute of logging on. I've religiously set my privacy settings to Only Friends, determined that no innocent or not-so-innocent comment of mine doesn't reach the prying eyes of those-who-shall-not-be-named. I've set up albums of pretty flowers and seashells and landscapes, just to test the feature. The only personal photos that I put up are a couple of sober webcam shots that show me looking seriously grim at the whole affair.
The Facebook Friending phenomenon is another quandary. To friend or not to friend, that is the question.
How bad is it to be on the receiving end of an ignored friend request? I had a taste of that when I attempted to reconnect with a long-lost cousin. It felt like a slap on the wrist when she brushed me off, even though I half expected it. Presumably it feels the same to someone whose friend request you ignore, unless of course they are spammers from Outer Mongolia or such.
For the time being, the experiment is still on. I'm already tiring of even the daily check lasting 2 minutes. I may go to a weekly check instead, and let it fade even further, should that feel too exhausting.