Observations Of A Facebook User

I have just been looking at the photo of a guy in a hoodie sweatshirt. Glasses, facial hair, maybe a sinister look? This is the photo he chooses to post. I have no clue who he is, other than he is a friend of a friend on Facebook.

I am stalking, right?

Pre-Facebook I’d have to sift through your trash to get this stuff.

I know I’m late to this party, but there must be some more naive than me? On Facebook there are varying degrees of how much you see about other people. With friends you see a lot. With friends-friends just a name, city and a small photo.

Friends–I have gone through your friends. I know more about you now. Your soul has been bared.

There are fewer “arms outstretched” self-photogaphed shots than I expected in Facebook. You know the ones–usually crooked, starting at the clavicle and heading up. When I see them I find them strangely sad. Stef says a self-photography camera boom is now being sold (here’s the link)!

Online friends are better looking than the population in general. Of course that’s because online you choose the one greatest photo you’ve ever taken to represent you 24/7. It’s nearly always one that makes you thinner or younger or sexier.

My collective friends’ personalities seem more one dimensional online than in flesh mode. Everyone assumes an online role. Some are constantly supportive in comments to others. Others are always trying to tell a joke. It’s the equivalent of one-liners in a stand-up routine.

One friend will post that he’s ready to do something mundane. He doesn’t post every mundane event, only a few a day. How is that choice made?

I see beautiful women online. Oh yes co-worker/friend of my friend. I’ve stared at you. I couldn’t stare at you in person. You’d think I’m weird. I like seeing pretty women, but I look at everyone. People are interesting to see.

Gerry Brooks from Channel 30 has John Astin’s Gomez Addams from the Adams Family as ‘his’ photo. Hysterical. Someone tell Gerry for me. We’re not Facebook friends.

Helaine is not on. Stef is. We are not friends.

I worry I’m being judged with every word I write online. As with this blog, Facebook entries are always rewritten. My Facebook writing doesn’t happen quickly.

Some of my friends are Facebook sluts. They (both sexes) friend anyone that asks. They end up with a small militia of followers. The sluts are all in the media so it’s probably a good idea. Any promotion nowadays is good promotion.

I only friend people I know in real life. I feel like a creep because Facebook allows me to just ignore other requests–which I do.