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With each day that passes I become more and more stunned—dumbfounded, actually—at what I see on Facebook.
I will never be one of those people who can post each and every detail of their entire lives on Facebook. There are so many things you could be doing with your time. I said something the other day—ironically, on Facebook—about how we all used to have fun, and now we just tell everyone about how much fun we are having. I am guilty of this almost as much as the rest of you people. When I go on a date or go to a new restaurant, I want to post it on Facebook so everyone knows where I have been. I have no idea why. I have no idea what this even means. But it’s addicting. We do it because we can. Because it’s FACEBOOK.
I know, I know. If it bothers me so much why don’t I just stop getting on Facebook, right? The truth is: it does bother me. But more than that, it intrigues me.
There are so many different types of posts I see on Facebook every day, each proclaiming their posters lack of sanity during any given situation.