ARRRRGGGH.
That's how Facebook makes me feel in the midst of finals, papers and projects.
I am completely subconsciously addicted. Sometimes (all the time) I wonder how many hours of my life I could do-over sans the unholy FB.
When I was fully into the artistic nature and social composition of MySpace, I hesitantly ventured into collegiate Facebook land and created my profile. At first it was easy to pinpoint my internet identity. It was mostly a process of transferring pictures and info-blurbs directly from MySpace. The pictures were the same, the persona was the same. The most significant question was whether or not to reconnect with the people I was suggested to. Of course curiosity got the best of me. The random associations I would readily avoid in a public encounter were suddenly barking up my tree, and my response? Superficial "omg how have you been's, you look great's and married with kids?!'s". Loaded bullets. Might as well put a billboard over my job that reads "Please come in and catch Christine off guard for a positively awkward encounter!".
God help me in the treacherous depths of Facebook and it's inherent tendency to find its way to my browser without me even thinking about. What I mean by subconscious addiction is the way my fingers are trained with various shortcut keystrokes that open a new tab, typing a simple F followed by brings me right to my newsfeed. It seriously happens in a millisecond and I'm afraid it might be seriously hindering my study skills.
Aggrivations aside, my Facebook "face" isn't very serious. Most of my status updates are comical, provocative or political. Oddly enough, now that I type that, those are the exact personality traits I want to be seen for. (Oh crap. I've done it again. Realized something about myself in this class. Crap.)
The stream of my profile pictures are mostly candid shots, funny situations I've encountered on late nights, or internet made pop pictures. Two of my favorites:
I guess I would like my presence of Facebook to be endearing and relieving. I would never want to bring my burdens upon any other person, especially on the internet. I've never fully understood why people bemoan life and love and school work. I'll
never understand why girls get married and turn into glorified Susie home-makers, ranting about husbands and life together. Profile pictures sporting wedding gowns 2 years after the nuptials.
I've actually deterred from talking about my love life altogether on the almighty FB. I like to be regarded as an individual, not attached or dependent on my significant other.
My Facebook face is exactly what I want people to get out of my presence: a good laugh, a little head scratching, and maybe some likes.