Because I am an opinionated and sometimes overly-dramatic sort of fellow, I am prone to making grand declarations about things with which I disagree, dislike, or otherwise do not understand. “I will never do that,” I might say. Despite my willingness to rush into such commitments, my track record is pretty good. I still have not seen a Michael Bay film (since Armageddon), I have not succumbed to the shower-shoes-as-fashion thing (which God help us, still seems to be going strong), I have not darkened the doorway of a Blockbuster Video in many years, nor have I bought a toll tag, shopped at The Galleria mall in Bee Cave, or joined a social networking site that the kids seem to love so much… until Monday.
While I was at church this past weekend, I was sitting with my team after we had finished the run-through early and a couple of my friends (adult friends) started talking about Facebook. Soon, more people joined in the conversation and I finally had to stop them and ask how many of them were on Facebook. It turns out – all of them! I was the only one that wasn’t. So, under the crippling weight of peer pressure, I buckled and signed-up.
I can’t say that I fully understand all of it (What’s with all the poking nonsense?), but I admit that I can see the fun in it. I only have a few friends right now, so that I don’t become overwhelmed while I’m learning how to use it. So, go ahead and look me up, poke me, prod me, tag me, or do whatever else you are supposed to do to me and I will try to roll with it. I’m off to see if there is an iPhone app for Facebook. Oh, and don’t look for me on MySpace, because I would never go there.
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