Posted by: branwynne77 on: November 23, 2008
I recently put a fairly realistic picture of me up on Facebook. I lost ALL my “friends” immediately after putting it up. You know what? They can go suck a rotten egg. They can take their superficiality and stuff it up their hey hey. Honestly, whatever.
I wasn’t there looking to get it on with someone anyway.
I’m not Heidi Klum, but I’m not ugly either. Yes, I am fat. But fat doesn’t not equate with ugly.
But people who judge others on their looks…well, they have cellulite of the psyche and, as most people say, cellulite NEVER goes away.
Society’s expectations of complete and utter beauty disgust me right now. I sound like an old and bitter crone, I know, but that’s just how I feel.
Oh, and if you can stand to potentially turn to stone, behind the cut is the recent photo.
I hate pictures of myself. There are two reasons I’ve never seen Facebook:
1) I’ve understood that it requires a picture of yourself
2) The front page looks pretty locked down if you have an account, and I do not.
Facebook is for busy people.
My situation has thrust me against a metric buttload of people that I want to keep track of, but can’t without digital assistance. My really nice friends from work who have graduated and moved on … family in other states … friends from the past in other states and nations.
Facebook is a cloud of my favorite people. I go there and, at a glance, I see that Randi has become a fan of a movie director I also like, and if I haven’t already become a fan, I add that as well. I see that someone else has posted a funny video they saw and I can watch it too if I have time and it looks like something I would be interested in. I see that my aunt joined, but she has not posted a picture, but that’s OK because I can still send her messages. Facebook helps me remember burthdays, too.
Facebook, like anything worthwhile, takes time to understand, and evolves. Over the years now I have learned not to embrace every App (I call the bad ones “Crapps”) that comes along, for example.
Since Facebook is my homepage (at home, not at work) then I must be a shallow person?
Screw Facebook! It is all about MySpace! Yeah, I need to grow up….
Oh, I’m back….
November 23, 2008 at 8:11 pm
I don’t like taking pictures of myself. It reminds me of hearing my recorded voice. Somehow, the picture doesn’t have the same resonance that I experience day to day. I post 200 kitten pictures for every self portrait
Thanks for the mental slap, it helps