Monday, April 25, 2005
Friend or...
I had my first out of facebook experience today. I know how I said I want as many friends as possible on there. But there are honestly people I am not friends with that do not qualify for even friends on facebook. But this dude asked me to be his friend. And I didn't want to offend anybody, and I want lots of friends, so I thought it was cool. He asked me, I didn't ask him. We are not necessarily friends in real life, more like acquaintances. Honestly, I only acknowledge his presence because he facebook’ed me.
So my for real life friend and I were walking back from class and my for fake facebook friend approached my for real friend. So this dude is all talking to my friend, with me standing there smiling because I feel this odd sense of awkwardness. So still no acknowledgment of me being there, which is cool because we are not friends in real life. But it was still odd because he asked me to be his facebook friend.
So anyway, as my for real life friend and I were walking away, I realized I never have had this experience before of being someone’s internet friend but not real life friend. Granted I didn’t say anything either, but like, I know in real and fake life we are not friends. Like I feel compelled to talk to people who I ask to be my facebook friend, for whatever crackhead reason. I think I need a life and only for real life friends. This facebook thing is goofy.
Let’s see. I am sure there are other things going on, but none are coming to mind. So here’s a hootie hoo for bringing back this journal mess. Holler if you like it. I’m done. ¶ 5:59 PM
So my for real life friend and I were walking back from class and my for fake facebook friend approached my for real friend. So this dude is all talking to my friend, with me standing there smiling because I feel this odd sense of awkwardness. So still no acknowledgment of me being there, which is cool because we are not friends in real life. But it was still odd because he asked me to be his facebook friend.
So anyway, as my for real life friend and I were walking away, I realized I never have had this experience before of being someone’s internet friend but not real life friend. Granted I didn’t say anything either, but like, I know in real and fake life we are not friends. Like I feel compelled to talk to people who I ask to be my facebook friend, for whatever crackhead reason. I think I need a life and only for real life friends. This facebook thing is goofy.
Let’s see. I am sure there are other things going on, but none are coming to mind. So here’s a hootie hoo for bringing back this journal mess. Holler if you like it. I’m done. ¶ 5:59 PM
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i love it :) AND i love my ray ray so so much!!! i miss you buddy!
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