I freely admit that I am a keen Facebooker. On a daily basis, I centre myself in a moment, using this social networking site to summarise an event, an idea, an experience so that in a way, it is a kind of meditation.
Philosophers of our times often caution us to be aware of the 'now', to live in the present and personally, I find sites like Facebook a readily available tool in allowing us to do just that.
So I'm not ashamed of my Facebook addiction, although sometimes, it can consume a little too much time for my liking. Overall I find it an enhancing, connecting medium that allows me to stay in touch with friends and relatives around the world.
So when, recently, I was discussing Facebook with what my sons would call 'noobs' to the Facebook world, I was secretly outraged when they alluded to the fact that I was "always on Facebook" and they "didn't have time".
The subtext of course that THEY were so much busier (ie. doing much more IMPORTANT things) that I could not possibly be doing anything constructive with my life. There was a certain tone of disparagement.
It was at this point that I did a stocktake of my year to date. Was I really leading such a useless life of pointless, time-wasting Facebook addiction? Was I really such a pathetic bum scratcher?
I took a deep breath and looked back at my Year to Date and I have to say, I was relieved.
Between January to August 2011 here is a list of the things I've done - if indeed "doing" is the only monitor of a worthwhile and constructive life:
I completed my CPR and First Aid Certificate (something I've always wanted to do). I learned how to save a life. Surely that's worth something.
I have almost completed a Certificate in Fitness including 6 weeks of work-experience. I have one chapter to go I admit though - and am seeking motivation for that home run.
I qualified as a soccer referree and passed many a glorious Saturday morning on a Soccer field, helping young kids be better players and good sporstsmen.
According to my handy Nike device, I've run 80 kms in just the last few weeks, and walked the length and breadth of my neighbourhood for exercise and pleasure. I got to the gym at least once a week.
I completed a huge array of tasks to assist a local Mayoral candidate with what is an exhausting campaign - amongst them, a launch event (150 people), a business event (200 people) and just this week a small lunch for 50 people. In November there's another major event that I'm already pre-planning. I also dropped letters in 4500 letterboxes in my neighbourhood and EVERY Thursday evening for the last few months, without fail, I've attended a meeting of some kind with my candidate - a beautiful hearted woman I would passionately love to see become Mayor of my City.
On the personal front I held a party for 80 for my husband's birthday, I hosted my parents' Golden Anniversary celebration and, this month, I'll be hosting my son's 18th birthday party (with a horde, no doubt). In short, I've entertained the population of a small country at my home including dinner parties.
I travelled to Bali for 10 blissful days with very dear friends.
I joined a band (briefly) before learning a sorry lesson about the humours of the increasingly old and grumpy - I now know how to beat a drum!
I painted 13 paintings and exhibited them with my sister and Father as part of a family exhibition (and I sold six of them!).
I have played at least 15 soccer games, I hang out at the Golf Club from time to time, and this year, have enjoyed a weekly Trivia game at the golf club with a close group of friends.
I also still managed to run my small business and this year, completed projects for organisations in South Australia, NSW and throughout Queensland. Did I mention I scored three new clients this year? One of them is a non-fiction book I'll have written by the end of the year.
And I still have four months of the year to go.
So don't give me a hard time about how much you see me post on Facebook. It's insulting to insinuate that people who enjoy communicating via whatever medium - phone, social networks, SMS - are frittering their time.
You may discover that quite to the contrary - those who are on Facebook are the busiest and most active people of all.
They're living fruitful and fulfilling lives which is exactly WHY they have so much to share.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Facing off to Facebook
It started as a bet.
After months of being teased about my manic Facebooking habit, I boasted to my husband that I could survive without it for two weeks. There would be no computer or Iphone access with the prize, a cool $100 for the victor to spend, guilt free.
And I was off.
Now as a person who’s known for a huge variety of interests, I never believed that Facebook was ever too intrusive in my life.
After all, I am, I guiltily admit, one of those you’d describe as ‘time wealthy’ and in the main, I have large tracts of hours that I can spend doing exactly what I want.
I do run a small communication consultancy and have a handful of clients who sometimes demand my time.
But a typical week might find also me refereeing or playing soccer, getting in a game of golf, jogging, and attending my local gym. I’ve got a few cultural interests: I’m presently practicing for my Sixth Grade exams in piano, I love drawing and painting, I write for pleasure – especially poetry.
I’d like to think I have a rich social life, too. On weekends, I am a keen entertainer. I hold at least one major celebration a year with at least 60 guests. I love cooking and routinely try new recipes.
I donate my time to causes. I sit on a Foundation board. I visit an old lady in a nursing home from time to time I find time for my sister who I visit regularly
I love learning new things. I’m presently teaching myself French.
(I know I'm not 'usual' in my eclectic, some would say manic, habits. It's a genetic flaw I'm afraid - just ask my sisters.)
But while I draw breath, of course, I argue that Facebook is simply a part of a rich life in which people are important.
I justified my foray into social media three years ago when I realised that, as a professional communicator, it was a world I had to understand and be comfortable interacting within.
But one week into my Facebook free challenge, I'm gobsmacked at how much more constructively I am using my time.
I've started four new artworks – a record for me as I work in mixed media which is time consuming. At the rate I’m going, they’ll be finished by the time my bet is over.
I’ve been writing a novel and have left it neglected for months. So far I have added 5000 new words. Who knows how much will be written by the time this wager is over?
I’m finding ways to be creative with my spare moments. Excitingly, I’ve made time to read.
I’m also a lot more aware, already, of what my children are up to as I’m not allowing myself to spend free moments glued to my computer screen.
I’m not angsting about posting things that are interesting and that faintly dubious illness that is the need to document – well – everything!
More importantly, I am not allowing myself to be sucked into discussions about subjects I do not care about for what I see as validation for my Facebook friends, many of who I know only tangentially.
Often I find these discussions vexing. Someone will get their knickers in a knot about something I've said or someone else has said and, all of a sudden, my good humour has been tarnished and by someone I'm unlikely to meet face to face.
Of course, I wonder at how easily we imagine we form relationships via Facebook and how meaningful they really are.
I wonder if the time spent cultivating friendships with people who are unlikely to make a tangible difference to my life is innately fulfilling?
There are six billion people on this planet, and I am certain that were I to attempt it, on any given day I might uncover several who share at least one of my many interests and who I find likeable, engaging, intelligent and interesting.
But how many friends do I need?
And what can a collection of virtual stranger really ADD to my life?
Don't get me wrong. I love my Facebook friends. I love their honesty, openness, intelligence and humour. But perhaps I love them a little TOO much.
So at last, I've concluded that, I will be more rigorous about when and where I Facebook. It could be, for instance, my Sunday afternoon treat. I'm sure my 'friends' will understand.
As a result of this bet, I've realised that I can better invest those spare moments in my day.
I now know how quickly they add up.
The four paintings testify to that.
After months of being teased about my manic Facebooking habit, I boasted to my husband that I could survive without it for two weeks. There would be no computer or Iphone access with the prize, a cool $100 for the victor to spend, guilt free.
And I was off.
Now as a person who’s known for a huge variety of interests, I never believed that Facebook was ever too intrusive in my life.
After all, I am, I guiltily admit, one of those you’d describe as ‘time wealthy’ and in the main, I have large tracts of hours that I can spend doing exactly what I want.
I do run a small communication consultancy and have a handful of clients who sometimes demand my time.
But a typical week might find also me refereeing or playing soccer, getting in a game of golf, jogging, and attending my local gym. I’ve got a few cultural interests: I’m presently practicing for my Sixth Grade exams in piano, I love drawing and painting, I write for pleasure – especially poetry.
I’d like to think I have a rich social life, too. On weekends, I am a keen entertainer. I hold at least one major celebration a year with at least 60 guests. I love cooking and routinely try new recipes.
I donate my time to causes. I sit on a Foundation board. I visit an old lady in a nursing home from time to time I find time for my sister who I visit regularly
I love learning new things. I’m presently teaching myself French.
(I know I'm not 'usual' in my eclectic, some would say manic, habits. It's a genetic flaw I'm afraid - just ask my sisters.)
But while I draw breath, of course, I argue that Facebook is simply a part of a rich life in which people are important.
I justified my foray into social media three years ago when I realised that, as a professional communicator, it was a world I had to understand and be comfortable interacting within.
But one week into my Facebook free challenge, I'm gobsmacked at how much more constructively I am using my time.
I've started four new artworks – a record for me as I work in mixed media which is time consuming. At the rate I’m going, they’ll be finished by the time my bet is over.
I’ve been writing a novel and have left it neglected for months. So far I have added 5000 new words. Who knows how much will be written by the time this wager is over?
I’m finding ways to be creative with my spare moments. Excitingly, I’ve made time to read.
I’m also a lot more aware, already, of what my children are up to as I’m not allowing myself to spend free moments glued to my computer screen.
I’m not angsting about posting things that are interesting and that faintly dubious illness that is the need to document – well – everything!
More importantly, I am not allowing myself to be sucked into discussions about subjects I do not care about for what I see as validation for my Facebook friends, many of who I know only tangentially.
Often I find these discussions vexing. Someone will get their knickers in a knot about something I've said or someone else has said and, all of a sudden, my good humour has been tarnished and by someone I'm unlikely to meet face to face.
Of course, I wonder at how easily we imagine we form relationships via Facebook and how meaningful they really are.
I wonder if the time spent cultivating friendships with people who are unlikely to make a tangible difference to my life is innately fulfilling?
There are six billion people on this planet, and I am certain that were I to attempt it, on any given day I might uncover several who share at least one of my many interests and who I find likeable, engaging, intelligent and interesting.
But how many friends do I need?
And what can a collection of virtual stranger really ADD to my life?
Don't get me wrong. I love my Facebook friends. I love their honesty, openness, intelligence and humour. But perhaps I love them a little TOO much.
So at last, I've concluded that, I will be more rigorous about when and where I Facebook. It could be, for instance, my Sunday afternoon treat. I'm sure my 'friends' will understand.
As a result of this bet, I've realised that I can better invest those spare moments in my day.
I now know how quickly they add up.
The four paintings testify to that.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Swimming the Discontented Sea
I blame magazines, television and the suite of modern communication tools at our disposal... it seems that these days, none of us are good enough.
Even the most cursory glance over a magazine stand tells a story about the entrenched trend in our society to continually remind us that we are forever imperfect.
There is an abiding presumption, in self help books, in magazine columns, on reality shows, that we are all dissatisfied with ourselves and our lives, and somehow, we need to be shown a better way, another world, an alternate reality.
Magazine editors especially, bleat it to us in large fonts and photoshopped beauties that we're not thin enough, we're not smart enough, we're not healthy enough. We don't eat right, we don't think right, we don't even have sex right.
Advertising bombards us with messages that our hair's not shiny enough, our skin's not perfect enough and of course, we'll never, ever be young enough.
I, for one, am sick of it.
We have become a society that persuades us that we are imperfect and which so ardently rallies us against our own self acceptance.
We have become 'enculturated' into a state of perpetual dissatisfaction with who we are, with what we have, with where we are.
Happy staying at home? Forget it. Exotic places beckon and only then, can you be content.
Happy cooking ordinary meals? Forget it. You ought to be a Masterchef if you know what's cookin'
Nothing you do is right, and everything about the way you live must be re-engineered - to sell more books, to sell more advertising, to satisfy the relentless engine of commerce.
The result is that we are not permitted self acceptance, and nor, by association, gratitude.
For how can you be grateful if you're NOT GOOD ENOUGH!
I blame it on those weazly old Christians of yesteryear, who force fed us on notions of humility and devices such as the Seven Sins.
These were mantras of social control and institutional power, developed specifically to ensure we heathens knew our place.
Amongst them was that evil, naughty, naughty sin of holding your head up and acknowledging and LOVING who you were and what you had were disallowed as a sin.
The Sin of Pride.
The result is that today, too many of us drown in a sea of discontent that is earnestly cultivated by the media.
Hold your head up? You can't buster. Remember, you're not thin enough? And, urggh, look at that dank, dismal hair.
But you can save yourself. Yes you can.
Just close your eyes and look inside you. You haven't changed since the day you emerged from your mother's loins.
Were you imperfect then? I don't think so.
Even the most cursory glance over a magazine stand tells a story about the entrenched trend in our society to continually remind us that we are forever imperfect.
There is an abiding presumption, in self help books, in magazine columns, on reality shows, that we are all dissatisfied with ourselves and our lives, and somehow, we need to be shown a better way, another world, an alternate reality.
Magazine editors especially, bleat it to us in large fonts and photoshopped beauties that we're not thin enough, we're not smart enough, we're not healthy enough. We don't eat right, we don't think right, we don't even have sex right.
Advertising bombards us with messages that our hair's not shiny enough, our skin's not perfect enough and of course, we'll never, ever be young enough.
I, for one, am sick of it.
We have become a society that persuades us that we are imperfect and which so ardently rallies us against our own self acceptance.
We have become 'enculturated' into a state of perpetual dissatisfaction with who we are, with what we have, with where we are.
Happy staying at home? Forget it. Exotic places beckon and only then, can you be content.
Happy cooking ordinary meals? Forget it. You ought to be a Masterchef if you know what's cookin'
Nothing you do is right, and everything about the way you live must be re-engineered - to sell more books, to sell more advertising, to satisfy the relentless engine of commerce.
The result is that we are not permitted self acceptance, and nor, by association, gratitude.
For how can you be grateful if you're NOT GOOD ENOUGH!
I blame it on those weazly old Christians of yesteryear, who force fed us on notions of humility and devices such as the Seven Sins.
These were mantras of social control and institutional power, developed specifically to ensure we heathens knew our place.
Amongst them was that evil, naughty, naughty sin of holding your head up and acknowledging and LOVING who you were and what you had were disallowed as a sin.
The Sin of Pride.
The result is that today, too many of us drown in a sea of discontent that is earnestly cultivated by the media.
Hold your head up? You can't buster. Remember, you're not thin enough? And, urggh, look at that dank, dismal hair.
But you can save yourself. Yes you can.
Just close your eyes and look inside you. You haven't changed since the day you emerged from your mother's loins.
Were you imperfect then? I don't think so.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Pimping Up your Facebook
Yes, honey, I know you're a Facebook Whore - you regularly spread your words; you tempt your friends to 'like' you with 'come hither' revelations; you parade yourself, sometimes brazenly, swinging the handbag of your daily routines in the hope that it may attract a new 'friend'.
Yes I know. There. There. Let it all out. I understand, really I do.
But listen up, friend. You need to wisen up. The world's a cold, hard bitch and you don't know who's out there, judging you, envying you, hating you, laughing at you.
Or maybe wanting to be you - if you handle things right.
Here's my lessons for the day: listen up and maybe, just maybe, you'll be less Lady Gaga and more Audrey Hepburn when you swing that tush up the Facebook superhighway:
Lesson 1:
Moderate your content
Your post for the day is a gift from you to all your friends - all 12,896 of them. And a good gift is good for business if you get my drift. My number one rule is that your posts should give good info, have them laughing or maybe, leave the peeps inspired. But whatever you do, don't bore them, honey. Just don't bore them. My good customers get it, the ones who never question my price. Regular customers get a buzz from stuff like: Quotes - you know, those clever things other people say; Observations (shit you see); Funny stuff; and things that make people really THINK. Who doesn't love learning something new, laughing your guts out or looking at the world in a different way? I sure do. But hey, if it's nasty or unpleasant in anyway, backspace or delete I say. Come back when you have a nicer handbag. One that doesn't clash with your shoes.
Lesson 2:
Moderate your emotions.
Yes, you're having a bad day. You're tired, angry, frustrated, disappointed, in fact you feel like SHIT, man! But really, is it worth 'sharing'? Somewhere around the other side of the world, your friend is having a lovely evening. The crickets are humming, kids are asleep and she's got her lovely cup of tea all ready for dunking that last gingernut biscuit into. Does she really deserve your rage or your whining or you bleating just before she hits the sack? Do you want to leave your friends feeling uptight, disturbed, enraged, just plain pissed off? Maybe it's time to try a different cologne, man. You need some serious pimping.
Lesson 3:
Be genuine.
I have to be honest and lay it on the line here, babe. Of all the stuff my customers bring to me, this one really gets my goat. You've read them haven't you. Your fellow whore next door wants some advice and she asks for it, up there on her wall. Well, hmmphh, it makes me want to gag. The way your gen-u-ine request for feedback attracts nothing but fawning, gushing, goddammed adulation. It's nothing but ingratiation in my books and if I were you, I'd make sure those customers of yours weren't giving up the same nooky to the competition. You know what I'm saying. Are you being completely honest with your friends? Or you bullshitting - again. Now, don't give me that "What you talkin' about Willis look". I see through you so next time, you ask yourself what this sucking up achieves? You've got that lipstick on too thickly honey and we know those eyelashes are fake.
Lesson 4:
Protect your image.
For most likely 80% of your friends, Facebook is the only time they get to say diddly squat to most of their buddies since last Chrismas. So pay attention, honey, what you're saying and why really matter to me. Everything you say in the Facebook Palace shows me who you are, what you think and even what sort of buttons I can push to set you off. So be careful. You think you're coming across like a hot customer, I should be lucky to have and meanwhile, I've got the mace ready. You know exactly what I mean. You never saw Ms Audrey out with her Poker Face and an outfit made of Kermit the Frogs. Choose your costume carefully, friend, and watch how you walk.
Lesson 5:
Moderate your ongoing themes
Now we all have regular customers, the once who'll always stop to check you out, maybe give you a whistle. They'll say something nice about your tush. And of course, you see them too, out there, parading their stuff on the wall across the highway. And these regulars, after a while they start noticing the kind of stuff you like to spread, too. They notice your wardrobe, who and how you chat to your pals, how you strut your stuff. They get your beat. And they start to get the big picture, about what you're really like and what you're really into. It's the theme you see. It's what YOU make your 'usual-usual'. When you see Gaga in her weird getups, you might think she's out there, weirdo, or even cool. You might even fancy her, depending on whether the rumours are true. But the point is she can't control what you think about her. She can only control what she wears. She can only control her theme which only emerges over time. You get it? How do you want your clients to see you, honey? Interesting? Funny? Cool? Crazy? Caring? I don't really care what it is, as long as you're interesting. Any lipstick is better than no lipstick at all. And no handbag? Forget it!
Lesson 6:
Moderate your participation
Lastly, babe, here's maybe the most important lesson of all. We Facebook Whores need business and we keep a close eye on our mailing list. We know who our regulars are and how often they visit. Especially, we know creepy ones, the ones who want to be our friend but we never hear a word from. Not one. And, unavoidably, we know the other type as well - the type who like to fondle us - a lot! The difficulty is that, while we like to keep in - er hem - 'touch', neither do we like being hassled. This streetwalking business is not our day-job and we've got other things to do, you understand? Believe it or not, we can afford to be choosy. It's a good business out here: why else would I be doing it right?
So here are some tips to take your ultimate pimping, the stuff you should know if you want to keep us whores really happy:
1. Facebook Whores secretly despise their invisible friends. So if you've never posted, liked, or stopped for a chat with your friend, prepare for deletion at some stage of your relationship. Don't take it personally but no one likes stalkers. But don't be afraid. My fellow Facebook Whores are always very polite. It's part of our industry code. You probably know it. "Facebook Pro 2011: The Streetwalker's Guideto the Facebook Galaxy". We'll give you a warning before it's "So long and thanks for all the fish." Engage or disengage is the key, honey. If you want to ignore us, get off our street.
2. Facebook Whores don't like being hassled. Most of us are really not interested in a blow by blow account of how your day is panning out. Look, I know it's rivetting that you're buttering your ham sandwich right now but really, maybe save the post until after you've eaten it and comment on the wonderful new flavour you created with the addition of a few anchovy. "I love anchovies!" Really? If in doubt, refer to Lesson 1-5 above.
3. Sweetie, petal, darl, we're addicted to Facebook, but for us whores there are no instructions on the bottle. We haven't got a clue what the right dosage is, so like everything, we can only be guided by commonsense. Sometimes, you really do want two or three. But any more than that, and you're probably close to overdosing. Be honest. You're probably addicted. And you need help.
My name is Bronwyn Hope and I'm a Facebook Addict :)
Yes I know. There. There. Let it all out. I understand, really I do.
But listen up, friend. You need to wisen up. The world's a cold, hard bitch and you don't know who's out there, judging you, envying you, hating you, laughing at you.
Or maybe wanting to be you - if you handle things right.
Here's my lessons for the day: listen up and maybe, just maybe, you'll be less Lady Gaga and more Audrey Hepburn when you swing that tush up the Facebook superhighway:
Lesson 1:
Moderate your content
Your post for the day is a gift from you to all your friends - all 12,896 of them. And a good gift is good for business if you get my drift. My number one rule is that your posts should give good info, have them laughing or maybe, leave the peeps inspired. But whatever you do, don't bore them, honey. Just don't bore them. My good customers get it, the ones who never question my price. Regular customers get a buzz from stuff like: Quotes - you know, those clever things other people say; Observations (shit you see); Funny stuff; and things that make people really THINK. Who doesn't love learning something new, laughing your guts out or looking at the world in a different way? I sure do. But hey, if it's nasty or unpleasant in anyway, backspace or delete I say. Come back when you have a nicer handbag. One that doesn't clash with your shoes.
Lesson 2:
Moderate your emotions.
Yes, you're having a bad day. You're tired, angry, frustrated, disappointed, in fact you feel like SHIT, man! But really, is it worth 'sharing'? Somewhere around the other side of the world, your friend is having a lovely evening. The crickets are humming, kids are asleep and she's got her lovely cup of tea all ready for dunking that last gingernut biscuit into. Does she really deserve your rage or your whining or you bleating just before she hits the sack? Do you want to leave your friends feeling uptight, disturbed, enraged, just plain pissed off? Maybe it's time to try a different cologne, man. You need some serious pimping.
Lesson 3:
Be genuine.
I have to be honest and lay it on the line here, babe. Of all the stuff my customers bring to me, this one really gets my goat. You've read them haven't you. Your fellow whore next door wants some advice and she asks for it, up there on her wall. Well, hmmphh, it makes me want to gag. The way your gen-u-ine request for feedback attracts nothing but fawning, gushing, goddammed adulation. It's nothing but ingratiation in my books and if I were you, I'd make sure those customers of yours weren't giving up the same nooky to the competition. You know what I'm saying. Are you being completely honest with your friends? Or you bullshitting - again. Now, don't give me that "What you talkin' about Willis look". I see through you so next time, you ask yourself what this sucking up achieves? You've got that lipstick on too thickly honey and we know those eyelashes are fake.
Lesson 4:
Protect your image.
For most likely 80% of your friends, Facebook is the only time they get to say diddly squat to most of their buddies since last Chrismas. So pay attention, honey, what you're saying and why really matter to me. Everything you say in the Facebook Palace shows me who you are, what you think and even what sort of buttons I can push to set you off. So be careful. You think you're coming across like a hot customer, I should be lucky to have and meanwhile, I've got the mace ready. You know exactly what I mean. You never saw Ms Audrey out with her Poker Face and an outfit made of Kermit the Frogs. Choose your costume carefully, friend, and watch how you walk.
Lesson 5:
Moderate your ongoing themes
Now we all have regular customers, the once who'll always stop to check you out, maybe give you a whistle. They'll say something nice about your tush. And of course, you see them too, out there, parading their stuff on the wall across the highway. And these regulars, after a while they start noticing the kind of stuff you like to spread, too. They notice your wardrobe, who and how you chat to your pals, how you strut your stuff. They get your beat. And they start to get the big picture, about what you're really like and what you're really into. It's the theme you see. It's what YOU make your 'usual-usual'. When you see Gaga in her weird getups, you might think she's out there, weirdo, or even cool. You might even fancy her, depending on whether the rumours are true. But the point is she can't control what you think about her. She can only control what she wears. She can only control her theme which only emerges over time. You get it? How do you want your clients to see you, honey? Interesting? Funny? Cool? Crazy? Caring? I don't really care what it is, as long as you're interesting. Any lipstick is better than no lipstick at all. And no handbag? Forget it!
Lesson 6:
Moderate your participation
Lastly, babe, here's maybe the most important lesson of all. We Facebook Whores need business and we keep a close eye on our mailing list. We know who our regulars are and how often they visit. Especially, we know creepy ones, the ones who want to be our friend but we never hear a word from. Not one. And, unavoidably, we know the other type as well - the type who like to fondle us - a lot! The difficulty is that, while we like to keep in - er hem - 'touch', neither do we like being hassled. This streetwalking business is not our day-job and we've got other things to do, you understand? Believe it or not, we can afford to be choosy. It's a good business out here: why else would I be doing it right?
So here are some tips to take your ultimate pimping, the stuff you should know if you want to keep us whores really happy:
1. Facebook Whores secretly despise their invisible friends. So if you've never posted, liked, or stopped for a chat with your friend, prepare for deletion at some stage of your relationship. Don't take it personally but no one likes stalkers. But don't be afraid. My fellow Facebook Whores are always very polite. It's part of our industry code. You probably know it. "Facebook Pro 2011: The Streetwalker's Guideto the Facebook Galaxy". We'll give you a warning before it's "So long and thanks for all the fish." Engage or disengage is the key, honey. If you want to ignore us, get off our street.
2. Facebook Whores don't like being hassled. Most of us are really not interested in a blow by blow account of how your day is panning out. Look, I know it's rivetting that you're buttering your ham sandwich right now but really, maybe save the post until after you've eaten it and comment on the wonderful new flavour you created with the addition of a few anchovy. "I love anchovies!" Really? If in doubt, refer to Lesson 1-5 above.
3. Sweetie, petal, darl, we're addicted to Facebook, but for us whores there are no instructions on the bottle. We haven't got a clue what the right dosage is, so like everything, we can only be guided by commonsense. Sometimes, you really do want two or three. But any more than that, and you're probably close to overdosing. Be honest. You're probably addicted. And you need help.
My name is Bronwyn Hope and I'm a Facebook Addict :)
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