Sure, its a great way to keep in very loose touch with distant relatives, old school friends, fellow bloggers and mates from a few forums.
But as I have never been one to pass on chain letters in real life, so find it very bizarre that I am flung items of this ilk and even more so.
I don't poke; throw beads or snowballs; give Christmas trees, ornaments, Easter Eggs or hickeys - in fact, if it requires me to follow a three-step procedure, download an application and/or rope other friends into it, count me out.
And I am sorry, while I will occasionally nod in the direction of a Breast Cancer cause, but I don't think by clicking here - and here and here - will make the world emit less greenhouse gases, save more whales, lower racism, facism or fear. And I truly don't think I have saved one square foot of rainforest by continually, virtually watering exotic virtual plants.
Its not that I don't care about my friends on Facebook - I always check status updates and will comment on a few. Heck, I even occasionally update my own.
I comment on articles posted by a few that are interesting and that I am likely to read (so if you put up a political insight into the shifting world or something poignant and interesting).
On the other end of the spectrum, I feel like a good shower when someone sends through yet another "x politician is satans spawn because I received a chain letter and 10,000 people agree". I am still hoping that one got forwarded to my because they thought they were saving a rainforest.
This morning, the truly
One friend through a forum has just made dinner. One of my best friends when I was in my single 20s is travelling overseas - but the shine appears to have worn off her trip. A friend I have made through blogging has posted a political article of interest. A girl I went to school with is now a fan of McDonalds.
So I hop on, commented on half of that but no more and forgot to even update my own status - because I don't have time for facebook - there are blogs to be written and read, forums to be checked, work to be attended - and for the first time this year, tuckshop to man.