No, I'm more of a social voyeur. The type that just looks, laughs and occassionally judges (honestly, who doesn't?), as I'm assuming, people do with me. I did, however, change my privacy options to stop people other than those I know from looking at my pictures because I know what people (read: me) are like. Not that I mind Friends of Friends seeing what I'm up to, it's the Friends of Friends of theirs I worry about. Snigger. Which brings me to my point: two bugbears, big, fat ones.
Firstly, the people who keep whining on in their status updates about Facebook and their privacy. For heaven's sake people, did you not notice, on signing up, that it was Facebook? You were not signing in to your secure bank account, it's Facebook. Read the name, work the concept through your tiny mind. That's the point - putting your entire life out there, for the world to see.
However, what you put out there is your choice. You don't sign on and little suckers come flying out of your screen, attaching to your brain and offering your every thought, conversation, soul-kept secret as your status updates (thank god). You choose what to put there, you choose the pictures you put there, are tagged on, allow people to see. Honestly, if you don't like it, use the privacy features or stop whinging and whining and delete your profile.
Secondly, more on the whining. I so wish there could be a dislike button for all the revoltingly whiny status updates. Stop moaning about the trvialities that make up life, we all have them. I am truly sorry that your milk is sour, but I'm not sure it's worthy of Stalkbook. And especially stop moaning vaguely, causing ripples of responses to your update saying "Moana is unimpressed" to ask what's wrong. Suck it up. As my mother says: "If you've got nothing nice to say, don't say it." I'd like to make her the moderator for Facebook, just for a day.
Shoo, look at me ranting and whinging. As I said, I love Facebook, and I love hearing even the minutiae of my friend's lives (even the sour milk now and again) but it's the constant whining I don't like. It's not that they all have to be happy. Hell, mine aren't. It's just that there's a difference between sad, dissappointed, tragic and... Moaning. Reading back, I realise this is aimed at two or three of my Facebook "Friends", people I honestly didn't know very well twenty years ago when we lived in the same town. Perhaps I should put a lid on it and take my own advice and use all those Facebook buttons and delete them.
Problem is: I feel so bad deleting people even though they won't even know. It just seems so, well, mean. I have a whole list of Friend Requests that have been sitting for months because they're all people who I wasn't even really friends with at school. I just can't bring myself to click Ignore.
A stream-of-conciousness blog post. Still a bit rambling, isn't it?