facebook

So I've chosen to lay a small amount of my inner dialogue out for all to see. Not exactly baring my soul but certainly something. And I've chosen a theme - running. There's something pleasantly purposeful and finite about it.

This facebook / myspace phenomenon is a whole different kettle of fish. Firstly, is it likely to ever end? Will my retirement be spent as a slave to my wall comments and photo tags? Secondly, it is almost a full time job. I would estimate that my productivity rate has dropped to about 15% in the last 48 hours. Thirdly, it renders you incapable of self-respect. I have shamelessly poked around people's profiles, hunted for boys I fancied aged 11 (Ben Davies, I know you're out there somewhere) and spent quite a while pondering how to politely remove undesireables from my friendship group (you're only as cool as the people you poke, you realise).

In social terms, I have survived that early glut of over-enthused poking, I have contemplated and changed my picture at least twice (head shot or full length? looking good or showing off? oh, what to choose!) and I have experienced the tabloid jouro's joy at unravelling telltale strands of people's lives, unbeknown to them (having checked first whether people can tell if I view their profile). And now I'm starting to rest on my laurels and enjoy this social / anti-social / downright invasive (delete as appropriate) interNetworking tool.