Sometimes I just blank. I sit in front of the screen and go completely empty. And I thought tonight was going to be one if those nights. Til I got on facebook. We're all guilty of it. Secretly getting on crackbook at all hours of the day or night.
I'm an avid follower. You'd never know it because I don't update my status a lot or change my profile picture or upload snapshots. That's because there are two kind of facebookers. Those who change their stuff a lot, we'll call those people strutters because they like to strut their stuff and then there is the other category. The one I fit in. The stalkers. We'repretty self explanatory. We creep the cyber world but never reveal much of or own lives. Why? You ask? Simple.
Because we're boring.
We don't have interesting divorces or baby mamas to read about. We don't have crazy cousins (that are on facebook) or drug addicted siblings to post about. And as great as it is to not have those things, secretly we're a little jealous. Cause you, with your super interesting life will get 25 comments and will be at the top of my newsfeed even if I don't click "most recent". I however wil be halfway down the page without even a "like". And we all know our self-worth is based on facebook popularity.
How's that for irony?