I REALLY don't do all that Facebook stuff. I simply can't get into it.
To be honest, it scares the hell out of me. On my profile page, it records my every move. It provides a stage to tell the world who I've just sent an email to, how many 'servants' I have as part of my make-believe Knighthood Kingdom in which I am Lady Mandi and even how many friends I have. I would like to think I have more than the 34 listed but that's what 'Faceache' is telling everyone.
The fantasy name chosen for me is Cinnamon Jellybutter (given the time and the inclination, I'm sure I could come up with a better one) and some of my "34 friends" regularly bamboozle, bite and even throw sheep at me. What on earth is all that about??!
This week, I was told I had been reviewed for dating 191 times, 12 people had expressed an interest in me and that I was more desirable than 77% of 30,305,963 people. Hmmm ... nice little bit of flattery. Until I read the next sentence ..."Last week you were viewed 7 times and no people expressed interest in you..." Talk about kick a girl when she's down.
Facebook has taken the internet world by the virtual horns and forms a part of daily log-on life for many. Personally, I take it all with a huge dollop of salt just tapping into it to see who's doing what, where and why.
Such morbid curiosity I have.
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