Don’t deny it- almost everyone is guilty of Facebook “stalking”. It’s usually not done with a malicious or perverted intention; you’re simply curious about people you knew a long time ago, and browsing through their photo albums and statuses is a lot easier than actually calling them up in person and catching up on the last 3 years. You’re clicking through someone’s page and then you see so-and-so from middle school- and so you click to their page to “catch up” with their life. And then you see your English teacher’s page. And so you click to their page, and eventually you wind up spending more time with these people’s pages than you ever did with the actual person in the real world.
Admittedly, some of our “friends” on Facebook aren’t truly our friends in the real sense of the word. We would never want to hang out with them in person, but it’s oh so fun to gasp over their scandalous profile pictures or gaze longingly over their vacation photos in Italy and Greece or gush over wedding photos from a wedding we weren’t invited to. So we keep them as friends online, though we don’t consider them our real friends. Social media has forever changed how we interact with other fellow human beings. On the one hand, it’s a blessing- I can keep in touch with my friends all over the world and it doesn’t cost me a fortune in postage and phone minutes. On the other hand, we spend less time maintaining and investing time in relationships, because we just casually say “Oh, find me on Facebook!” and have conversations once in a while and then leave it at that.
That’s why, when I see my blog readership spike sharply after the few occurrences where I publicly post an entry on my Facebook wall, I don’t get giddy with excitement, thinking everyone is suddenly into my blog. They’re just curious as to what I’m up to and (if they’re anything like me) see how their blog stacks up against mine. I admit it, I am a harsh judge on people’s blogs. Not that I think everyone can be as witty and charming as I (just kidding!) nor do I think they need to write about deep, heavy topics (I am the queen of writing about absolutely nothing of consequence at all-hello, I write about being too lazy to work out and bug bites!) but I really am a stickler for correct grammar and punctuation and spelling. You can thank my sixth grade English teacher for that. I absolutely HATE anything that’s poorly written (although it kind of gives me a perverse pleasure to point out typos in books and pamphlets and the like) and honestly, if you went to grade school, don’t mix up “your” and “you’re”. It’s the difference of two characters, and not bothering to write the correct one proves that you’re even lazier than I. I try not to judge people, but I will judge you if you have bad grammar. Be forewarned.
Too bad I can’t see who actually returns to this site, because I’d be curious as to how many people accidentally stumbled across my blog via Facebook and found it interesting enough to continue following (if such people even exist.) Do you like my writing? Am I funny? Do you want to know me better or do you just use this as an excuse to not contact me and see what’s up? I won’t bite, I promise 🙂 Unless you’re a stalker and then I will most certainly bite/kick/punch/sue your sorry little butt if you ever try to hurt me or those I care about. No big deal.