I am probably the last Facebook holdout you know aside from maybe your grandparents. After years (okay, I’m going to actually check). After nine years of telling people how evil Facebook was, and how when the aliens land, they will know where to find you because Facebook will tell them…after all my conspiracy theories, distain, and a slightly superior way of saying, “sorry, we’re not on Facebook”, I caved.
I friended a few people from school. And then waited. And waited. Nothing.
After an embarrassingly long period, I realized that I had joined under my pen name and not my real name and all my old school friends were probably giving my friend requests the
Anyway, with all that sorted out, I’ve got back in touch with a bunch of my lovely school friends and I realized that Facebook is filling a place in my heart that is always homesick and missing the friends who I lost touch with. So me and Jesse Eisenberg are good now. (Yes, I know.)
So here I am… on Facebook
It does amuse me that periodically a message form Facebook pops up at the top of my timeline asking me if I live in London, California, Abu Dhabi or Connecticut. Kind of like an unsubtle crush trying to find out where you live. Keep guessing, Facebook. I’m determined to be safe from the alien invasion.