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Thursday, November 29, 2007

Faceblast-from-the-past

I freely admit to having a Facebook account. When people probe, ask me directly or search for my name.

Thing is, Facebook is awful.
I has no point.
It's full of ick little widgets that I don't know how to work.

I am one of those people who escaped her past. I wasn't that it was terrible, but there are a few things I would rather forget. And a few people I thought I had.

This will sounds awful, and maybe it is, but I don't want them to find me. Logging on I view my friend requests with trepidation. Sure, it's nice to find people want to be your online buddy, but what to do if you don't really feel the need to be theirs?

I hate snubbing. I don't want to ignore people. That's mean and I wouldn't like it to be done to me. But I don't really want to chit chat about long past events with people I have nothing in common with anymore and probably never did.

Maybe I'll change to a fake name, can you do that?