The Facebook has always been this thing that I have heard other people talk about, but I really had no interest in taking part in, sort of like Yoga. This Facebook thing had its own lexicon, with “tagging” and “walls”, etc, and I was happily removed from all of this double talk and jargon. Its not that I felt superior to people on the Facebook, I just could not be bothered to incorporate this weird world into my life, and besides my friend Cheryl was not on it either, and she seems to live a very full life. I have been on television, been on websites, and I was pretty much convinced that everyone in the world who wanted to find me has found me already, and I really felt no need to live my life in such a public way that anyone could know what I ate for breakfast, or that I am feeling hung-over. And I have heard people break up and fight over things on the Facebook, which really seemed sort of juvenile and dumb, fights about posts on “walls’ and pictures from some drunken night.

Then my sister signed me up. There I was, on the Facebook for all of the world to see. And then the alerts started coming. I was “tagged”- what does that mean? Am I “it” now? How do I get rid of it? My resistance to follow the links proved futile, and sure enough I got hooked. I now need need need to know what that girl from high school’s husband looks like. I need need need to know if that girl from camp ever lost the weight. The Facebook is terrifying and addicting, sort of like a celebrity weekly magazine, starring people that you have known at some point in your life. I can not imagine what is next…

So, despite the fact that I work for such a cutting edge, innovative company, the entire world of Facebook has eluded me. Why would I want to connect with people that I no longer talk to (I’m sure I had a very good reason for not keeping in touch), or find yet ANOTHER way to communicate to the people that I talk to everyday. It all felt very silly. Until 2 days ago. That is when my best friend Ali (also a Facebook virgin…to the point that she referred to Facebook as “the Facebook”) mentioned that she had heard a mutual friend of ours was engaged. How would we ever be able to find this information out, aside from the obvious way of just asking said friend directly? Facebook! So, we logged on, and found ourselves searching for hours for old friends, old prom dates, old JUNIOR prom dates…the list was endless. It was frustrating to not be able to be a true voyeur without befriending someone, which reminded me greatly of my ex-roomate’s Match.com obsession and her endless tales of “winking” at people. But, curiosity got the best of me, so out went dozens of requests for friendship. Before I knew it, I was receiving updates, and talking to people I hadn’t thought about in years. Just this morning, I had my first awww moment from Facebook, as I reconnected with my best friend from sleep-away camp. We’re meeting for drinks next week, all thanks to this odd little thing that I think might be catching on! I’ll keep updating this blog with new Facebook tales from Ali and I. Stay tuned….who knows, we might discover Twitter next.