Facebook and Matt

OMG.

I have become such a Facebook whore since I left. I guess it has something to do with being in a different timezone (and generally a different day) than all of my friends, but I resisted Facebook for so long when I was in Vancouver and everybody from highschool was in Toronto.

Maybe it has something to do with wanting English conversation, but with sixty other exchange students I'm not really lacking.

Maybe it's because I don't have a computer or internet connection of my own, so the time I do get at school I hoard.

Hell, I don't even really like FB that much. (Do people really call it "FB"?) I think it's a great way to keep track of people, but at the end of the day I'd much rather have an actual conversation, or worst case scenario, email chain.

Now, I'm not one to rage and wrack against the digitization of society. You won't hear me talk about the decadence or isolation of the Television Lifestyle, telecommuting, or internet porn. I spend a lot of time on the internet. A lot. I patronize two forums, around ten web comics, one wiki, and two IRC channels. I read a dozen blogs and publish two of my own. I have friends on the internet, friends I have never met in real life and never will meet.

Actually, one of my e-friends from ages ago recently added me on FB. I think that's cool, I love that Facebook lets you do that. But until recently FB never really grabbed me. I just didn't see the appeal in developing an online relationship with people I already saw regularly. Which maybe means that I don't grok 2nd Millenium Friendship, or that I haven't yet figured out that Networking isn't something that just corporate executives do.

But OMG have I become a Facebook whore. I'm even starting to read the Mini-Feed, despite my intense hatred for it.

I'm on a twelve step program, and my psychiatrist says I'm making great progress.

It's probably self esteem issues. If only I could have played those reindeer games in kindergarten.

Alright, that's enough soliloquy for now. Lataz.