Buzzkill

Walter Smith-Randolph

Remember when you needed a college e-mail address to get a Facebook account? Well, I do. Now, people like my 60-year-old aunt and my 13-year-old cousin have facebook accounts. Apparently, the petitions and “If Facebook goes public, I’m deleting my account” threats didn’t stop Mark Zuckerburg.

I first encountered Facebook when an upperclassman told me to join back when I was an incoming freshman in the summer of 2005. It was really cool for the first two years. You could post photos, catch up with a few friends from middle school and eye that crush from Philosophy class.

Then, Facebook went all MySpace on us and got stalker-ish. Next thing you know, you could update everyone on what you were doing at any given time. Facebook became stalker boot camp. 

Unfortunately, Facebook is a habit that I just can’t quit. I know I should delete it, but it is so fun. It lets me know when people are “official” and “unofficial” and I get to see all the fun that people had at that awesome party I wasn’t invited to. But, the 14 notifications, the weird chat and the outrageous applications are really starting to get to me. Not to mention that I can’t even find some of my friends because they changed their names to first and middle names.

No matter how many pictures I detag, I know that they are still out there and they are just waiting to come back and haunt me. Some people say not to take pictures that you will have to detag. But we all do immature things that we might regret later. Just ask Michael Phelps.

I often wonder what college students did before Facebook because, now, I feel the need to check it at least five times a day.

 

I often wonder what college students did before Facebook because, now, I feel the need to check it at least five times a day. Facebook relies on procrastinators to send numerous bumper stickers daily and for people who don’t understand the subliminal messaging behind the “poke” feature to use it anyway. It’s really weird to be “poked” by my aunt’s friends who graduated colege the year was born

Facebook used to be a great place to kill the time but now it has become a hassle. People shouldn’t have to base their status as a couple off of a Web site. What’s even worse now is that people have to worry about what may pop up on the Internet when they’re job-hunting. Just because someone makes a wacky face in a picture, it doesn’t mean that they’re plastered, and just because two people take a picture together, it doesn’t mean that they’re dating. Sometimes things don’t need to be changed.

I often wonder what people did before Facebook because now I feel the need to check it at least five times a day. Facebook relies on procrastinators to send numerous bumper stickers daily and on people who don’t understand the subliminal messaging behind the “poke” feature to use it anyway. It’s really weird to be “poked” by my aunt’s friends who graduated college the year was born.

Facebook used to be a great place to kill the time but now it has become a hassle. People shouldn’t have to base their status as a couple off of a Web site. What’s even worse now is that people have to worry about what may pop up on the Internet when they’re job-hunting. Just because someone makes a wacky face in a picture, doesn’t mean he or she is plastered.And just because two people take a picture together, it doesn’t mean that they’re dating. Sometimes things don’t need to be changed.