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\nI joined Facebook two years ago when I was helping a friend run in a political campaign.\u00a0 He wanted a Facebook page and I had to set up my own account to administer it.<\/p>\n
\nI joined Facebook two years ago when I was helping a friend run in a political campaign.\u00a0 He wanted a Facebook page and I had to set up my own account to administer it.<\/p>\n
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I liked the concept because it reminded me of my good old days at boarding school.\u00a0 Within the first month of school everyone has their picture taken and put into a little softcover collection of head shots.\u00a0 This facebook was distributed to all students and faculty.\u00a0 It helped you learn people’s names quickly, and also inspired people to write funny\/mean captions next to the pictures…and allowed you to have a picture of people you thought were hot and planned on trying to make out with in the upcoming year.\u00a0 It was very useful.<\/p>\n
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\nI liked the new Facebook at first too.\u00a0 I found a few friends that I had lost track of and felt like it was a low-pressure way to keep in touch.\u00a0 Then I started to get friend requests from people I work with.\u00a0 That was a little tricky, it meant editing my status updates and pictures more carefully (no more “Work Sux” or “Work is for SUCKERS” or “I’d quit this job to be a goat herder in Mongolia” updates).<\/p>\n
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\nSoon, I was getting friend request from people I was never friends with- people who lived in the same town I grew up with or people who were in the same industry as me.\u00a0 I didn’t really care, I accepted most of them. I check in on Facebook about once a day, and after a while I started noticing something. This might be the world’s most obvious observation, but according to Facebook everyone I know has fabulous, adventurous, fulfilling lives.<\/p>\n
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\nGreat news!\u00a0 No one is ever depressed or crabby or hates their job.\u00a0 On one hand, it’s nice to have a connection to all your acquaintances and not have them try and get you involved in all their problems.\u00a0 On the other hand- it’s annoying.<\/p>\n
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\nIn the boarding school facebook, you might be smiling but you couldn’t hide your acne or bad hair.\u00a0 You had to just be you and hope no one would write too mean of a caption next to your face.\u00a0 On the internet, Facebook is like a fantasy life forum.\u00a0 It’s the place where everyone just shows off their awesomeness and ignores their real life.<\/p>\n
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Actually now that I think about it, Facebook is pretty sweet.<\/p>\n
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Did I mention my life is totally exciting and worry free and I’m always on fantastic adventures? Additionally, I’m very important in many ways and my hobbies make you look like a slug. Basically if you follow my status updates you’ll know: I’m better than you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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