This was my thought process the other day when I signed up for Facebook. Maybe you’ll get a chuckle.
Is my fear of Facebook natural? Some people have a paralyzing fear of flying and crashing to the ground; well, my fear of Facebook is pretty close. As some of you may know, I just started my blog and joined Twitter this year. These were reeeeally BIG steps for me. To throw myself out there publicly was not easy. I still struggle with my fears. What are my fears? I’m sharing many private details of my past in hopes of helping others, but I do not want my family involved. I have children of Google age! I also fear being judged by those close to me. I’ve been there, done that, wish not to repeat.
I tend to be very distrusting of people, which further fuels my paranoia. Admittedly, I often imagine the worst in people until proven otherwise. Either my expectations are too high or I’ve been around a lot of losers. I think it’s the first one. Not to mention, I am getting tired of everyone asking me if I am on Facebook (Related post here). Can we not come up with better questions to propagate future communication? For example, “I’ll call you!” Or, let’s get really hi-tech, “I’ll text you and we’ll meet for lunch next week.” I feel like a two year old, stamping their little feet because they don’t want to do something. It is ridiculous. I’m actually sweating right now with the thought of signing up. Now, I’m laughing at myself. Screw it! I’ll be right back.
Ok, instead of the two year old throwing a temper tantrum, I am now the awkward teenager succumbing to peer pressure. Obviously, I have some issues to deal with. I feel defeated. I feel invaded. Do I now ask you to follow me on Facebook? This is so dumb.
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