Fish on!

I absolutely LOVE Facebook.  It has allowed me to connect with friends, distant family I'd lost contact with, other family I've met through my genealogy research, former co-workers I’ve missed and even to meet new people through friends of friends.  What a great invention!  

But there is an element of Facebook that bugs me to no end and I am convinced I am not alone in this:  the phenomenon of “vague-booking”.  This is the practice of posting something that elicits comments like, “Awww…what’s the matter?” and a myriad of other “poor baby” responses to draw out the big secret.  Yeah, we’re not buyin’ it.  Spit it out already and quit fishing!  

And then there are those that announce, “I’ve had it!  I’m leaving Facebook!”  Yeah, right.  Is that why you posted something new less than 12 hours later?  I’ve come to realize this is nothing more than the adult version of running away from home:  They don’t really want to go, they just got mad and pouted out loud.  This one is the ultimate ploy to have people fawning all over them, scrambling to find out what juicy dirt caused them to take their toys and go home.  Be grown-up about it:  just delete your account and move on, for heaven’s sake!  Your true friends will know where you are and how to reach you!

Vague-bookers take great delight in beating around the metaphoric bush, seeking attention while giving away as little as humanly possible.  These are the same people who, when asked how they are, usually respond with a deep sigh and a breathy “oh, fine”, voice trailing off, just BEGGING you to ask, “Awww…what’s the matter?”  DOH!  Caught me!  I don’t know, maybe it’s just me, but I think these are also the same people who have no personal boundaries whatsoever.  They tell strangers very personal information in painstaking detail and they love to one-up you.  “Oh, you twisted your ankle on the stairs?  I BROKE mine!  No, my whole LEG came off!”

Facebook is fun.  I love to post funny comments, weird stuff that goes through my brain, stuff my daughter cooks, venting about stupid people, and the lighter side of life.  Of course I have troubles…of course I get angry or sad…but I don’t particularly care for fishing.  

<Siiiiighhhhhh> Oh, well…