Facebook Confessions

Okay, I don't have the time to write a Memorial Box Monday this week, but I do have a few minutes to take part in other MckLinky fun.

"Not Me" Monday was started by MckMama. (Click on the bloggy button to read other confessions of things they didn't do." )

Today I'm going to share some things that I certainly do NOT think about Facebook and would absolutely NEVER share with my Facebook friends.

I do NOT get frustrated with the creators at Facebook for "improving" the layout and settings as soon as I get used to the current way things are done.

I am NOT going to tell you that if you are depending on me to help you with your Farmville, your livestock and crops are going to die terrible deaths. I'm lucky to keep my real live pets and plants alive over here.

I do NOT freak out every time I am notified that someone has "written on my wall." After 13 years of having real little people write on my real walls, this is not something I can handle, even on a figurative level.

I do NOT get frustrated with people who tag unflattering photos of me and I would NEVER be tempted to tag ugly pics of them in retaliation (a closed eye for a closed eye, a double chin for a double chin).

I do NOT untag bad photos of myself--that would be vain. But if the mouse accidentally clicks on Untag--well, oopsie.

I'm NOT going to warn you that if you post a photo of me in a bathing suit, I have Photoshop and am not afraid to use it.

I do NOT feel guilty that my FB photo albums are as far behind as my real life photo albums.

I do NOT think there should be other options to the "Like" button--perhaps "Too Brain Dead to Comment".

I do NOT have refrain from jealousy after seeing others post amazing pics from exotic trips while the biggest adventure I've been on in the past few months is to the grocery store. (But the view from the produce section was amazing.)

I do NOT need Facebook: Attention Deficit Edition, because I'll see a post or that a friend is having a birthday, plan to return later when I have time to comment, then end up forgetting who I was going to write. (They really should have a belated birthday listing for people like me.)
I do NOT see those who posted their high scores on games with bubbles and jewels and make a mental note that you might have time to watch my kiddos the next time I need to go the dentist.

I am NOT going to admit to being sucked into the Facebook black hole and have lost hours of my life watching videos of kids at their piano recitals and viewing baby/wedding/vacation/holiday pics.

I do NOT wonder about people who take the time to join clubs with names like "I'm a Fan of Navel Lint." (And I do NOT think there should be an "Ummm. You're crazy" button.)

But I AM grateful that Facebook has helped me reconnect with old friends, meet new friends, and stay in touch with many dear friends.

Logging Off,
Kathie