Facebook seems to have taken over my life this week. I was closing in on the 5000 friends barrier and knew I'd have to move across to a fan page from a friends page. St Martin's kindly offered their IT guy to make it painless. Heaven knows how unpainless it would have been without him. I got messages saying that people couldn't find my new page, that when they clicked on my name their found themselves on my website. When I clicked on my new page I found myself on the section to purchase ads..
Now I think it's working okay, which is good because I'm about to leave for London and want to be able to update folks on my Olympic experience. It's funny that some people love Facebook and others hate it. I really enjoy seeing what my friends are doing and being able to post interesting snippets of my life. I love it that I can have instant interaction with my fans.
But husband, on the other hand, is an example of people who should never be allowed near
Facebook.He joined after he got an invitation from an old school chum. I helped him put up his profile. Then we came to 'find friends'. "I don't want to find any friends," he said petulantly. "Why would I want to find friends?"
"That is, uh, the whole idea," I said.
He remained friendless.
After a few days he came to, highly indignant. "Some man wants to be my friend!"
Me. "Do you know the man?"
He. "Well, yes. We went to school together."
Me. "So why don't you want to friend him?"
He. "I don't want to know what bloody people had for breakfast this morning. I don't want other people to know what I had for breakfast this morning."
Me. "Then perhaps you shouldn't be on Facebook."
He. "But there might be somebody I do want to get in touch with some day."
Me. "Then write them a letter. By carrier pigeon."
What are your feelings on Facebook?