Facebook Suicide

I’m contemplating it.  It strikes me that there far more bad things about facebook than good.  The worst thing about facebook in my opinion?  My feelings.  It makes me jealous.  I often look at other people’s pictures and think, man! why aren’t I climbing Machu Picchu / drinking champagne in the Alps / helping children in Africa / dancing on a table on a bar in my bikini / meeting celebrities in Vegas / playing professional rugby / running my own fashion consulting business / opening a spa in t.o. / looking fantastic in short shorts while drinking champagne in the alps while dancing on a table in a bikini while contemplating opening a spa in t.o. / you get the picture…

I look at the posted photos and then I look around my office and out of my office window at my view of the Delta swimming pool and think “I end marriages for a living” and, shockingly, sometimes that maybe doesn’t feel like it is enough.

And the other thing about facebook?  I often feel that I know too much about people that I shouldn’t know all that much about.  You hear what I’m saying?  Do I really need to know what my mortal enemy (please note that this label of “mortal enemy” likely exists solely in my head) from high school wore to a wedding last week?  Not really.  Do I really need to see opposing counsel from a highly litigious file dressed as a clown, playing flippy cup? (actually, now that I think about it, maybe I do).   

But then I think of the time I went for lunch with a girl that I used to work with; a girl I really, really like and think – that never would have happened without facebook.  And what about if I want to email Nat29, who doesn't have an email address?  

And then I think, maybe I am overthinking things (again)?

Or maybe there is an easier solution here: simply cull a few friends.  Maybe it's really not so complicated at all.

 ps

Just finished the book “I am Hutterite”.  I would highly recommend it.  Completely enjoyable.  And it occurs to me that the Hutterites never have to approach the facebook dilemma -- oh if only I could stomach the long skirts and the head apron (oh, and the fact that Hutterite women do a lot of waiting on men).