Today, Facebook asked me how I was feeling. After awhile of staring at the computer, I decided that the question was rather ridiculous. There is absolutely no way possible that Facebook could ever understand or relate to anything that I happen to be going through. It doesn't quite grasp the concept of what it means to feel. This thought then sparked another. What if this is just a fix for all of the people out there with Facebook addictions?! What if Mark Zuckerburg created this site for more than just connecting to friends with distance. People don't necessarily have to let the whole Facebook world know what they are doing, how they are feeling, or what's on their mind at all hours of the day.
This is what I've figured out:
Facebook is for both people who have friends that don't care and people who don't realize how much their friends do care. If these people did in fact know they were appreciated, they wouldn't have to keep updating Facebook in order to find attention from people who most likely don't even care about them as a Facebook friend.
This is where I've discovered the negative effects of having a Facebook.
It keeps people from the real world.
It gives confidence to people who would never confront somebody face to face.
It creates false images of people.
It brings out ones inner creeper.
There are then a third type of people who use Facebook. That type of person is me. I am the one who uses Facebook for no such reasons but to post statuses that make people think. We all know that there are people who, if it weren't for Facebook, would never use their brain.
My stati are only made to confuse people, because I'm an evil soul.
That's enough for today's thought.
Loving this Jesus music,
Emily Page.
