fyi

You know what's reallllly irritating? That's when ya write a comment on someone's blog, and they respond to you on their own blog. You know, they post a comment on their own blog responding to your comment, as if you're gonna check back. Or as if their post was sooo fascinating that you'll come back and read it several more times just to marvel at their brilliance. I found out people do this on the old place where I used to blog, and someone on blogger referred me to their comments not long ago. UH??? I just find that a little arrogant. At least have the decency to come over here and comment on MY blog, even though that's kinda turdish, too, because I then wonder if you even read my blog or if you're so wrapped up in your's and responding to my response that you just used my comment space as a personal forum.

I think that's part of why I dislike *facebook*. Don't get me wrong - I'm on it - I just don't like it. I cratered to peer pressure and reopened my face, er, page, er, site, er, whatever. Anyway...that's how it seems to work over there. I post a thought, people comment on my thought, then I post more thoughts about their comments to my thoughts. Bleah. I leave comments on my "friends" thoughts because, well, how else will they know I'm really a friend? And I don't "add" friends unless they really are a friend. I'm not one to add anyone just to up my friend tally. Or, as I like to say, I'm not a *facebook whore*. (Maybe other kinds of whore, just not that one.)

Another reason I'm down on *facebook* is because many of my blogger buddies whose writing I very much enjoyed reading have opted to spend more time there than on their blogs. It does take more time to write a few paragraphs about one's thoughts, the day, events of their lives, but it's so much more enjoyable to read. I feel like people are yelling at me on *facebook*, like a communication drive-by. Instead of words being used to describe feelings and events I get short messages filled with acronyms and punctuation marks. Bleah. After reading many messages I find myself thinking, "what did THAT mean?" Then I let it go because it's not worth pursuing the correct meaning. Why should I spend time interpreting when the writer didn't spend much time expressing?

I have some wonderful friends that I met through blogging. I feel like I'm a little familiar with their lives, their beliefs, their character. The messages I read on *facebook* are not nearly so interesting. The blogs are friends stopping in for a glass of iced tea and a visit. *Facebook* is a friend drivin' by and honkin' their horn as they speed on with their lives. I appreciate the honk, but I sure do miss those visits.