A voice out of the darkness

My friends recently bugged me, and bugged me, and bugged me to sign up to Facebook. I'm a Myspace kid, but apparently, everyone is on Facebook. And Lord forbid that one of them might have to e-mail seperately whenever there is the briefest of updates in their lives.

Or so I thought.

But now, I'm hooked.

Damn it, I like the little notifications, the tagged photos, the minor comments and updates. I know I shouldn't care, I really shouldn't give a rat's ass, I guess. But oh, it feeds the ego, Facebook does. Having a profile on any social networking profile must be an act of egotism by sheer definition alone. And fuck, I am King Ego.

One of my friends said that she hates Facebook, as it forces you into a degree of exposure that you don't feel comfortable with. Perhaps you expose only what you want to expose. That's if you dismiss horrible photos of your drunken red-faced self being posted by your equally drunken friends. This is what the internet has evolved to: so that we can all point and laugh and say "ha ha ha, look how feckin' bladdered you were last night!"

Got to go and see if anyone has posted any new shit in the last hour.