Facebook Again

It was a complicated time in my life when I had signed up. I remember not being able to make sense of things anymore. I felt alone and was angry at the world because of it. I figured that jumping on the social networking bandwagon could somehow fill that rift in my life, and that it could do me some good– much like how Multiply had helped me heal not too long ago.

That rift quickly turned into a bottomless pit of contempt. I hadn't realized how sensitive and judgmental people could be. It was like putting my arms up in the air and being placed under arrest by the Intergalactic Alliance of the Defenders of Facebook. Confrontation was the last thing I needed; so I just sighed, shook my head, and deactivated my account.

But that was then. These days I'm clear, I'm steady, and I'm somehow able to see the world in color again. I thought I'd give Facebook the old college try, since I'm virtually missing out on just about everything. Plus it'd be fun to get back in touch with all the bastard guys.