I joined Facebook. Mostly because Elly and I were being funny about it last night and then I felt compelled to do it. It’s a weird system. I’ve already looked up three people I’m friends with in real life, but in order to be friends with them on Facebook I have to formally request that they agree to a friendship — it’s nerve-wracking. What if they say no? It’s like making a collect call, except instead of being stranded in prison, I could wind up stranded in a friendless zone. Forever.
Also, I can’t bring myself to update any part of my profile, mostly because it all seems sort of stupid, so right now there’s a big question mark where my face should be, and over it Facebook has written “Dido Foot, this is you!”
“Oh, yeah?” I said angrily. “Well, YOU go like THIS!” And then I made a really mean face.
I don’t know why I always feel compelled to join these things. I had a Myspace page too for about a day, but had the same problem with requesting friends, and a day of having only Tom for a friend was too much for me so I deleted it. I mean doesn’t Cement Horizon exist so that I don’t have to be on Facebook? Why do I keep doing this to myself? It only creates confusion and angst in my life.
Readers, this IS me: ???