Social Networking Mood Swings

I can’t recall the last time I logged in to Facebook. Maybe it was two months ago. I know, I know. I could almost hear your gasps! You’re wondering how I did it.

After a long day staring at computer screens in the office, I just can’t bear to take a look or even peek at the ones at home. Some days it was just out of sheer laziness, some days I was just not in the mood. I’d rather watch the television (as if that wasn’t as bad) or read. On these occasions my mom, after getting her internet fix, would encourage me to sit down in front of the laptop and log in to Facebook. I even remember her telling me to change my profile picture with a photo of me and her together, just because it was nearing Mother’s day.

It wasn’t just my mother who reminded me about it. Apparently Facebook noticed that I wasn’t paying it that much attention anymore, and got worried. It sent me a message through my e-mail saying that I had a 100+ notifications, unread messages, pending friend requests, etcetera, etcetera. I just rolled my eyes and told myself, “Ok, maybe another month.” Or maybe not.

The truth is I know that I would have to face Facebook again someday. Ignoring it completely is impossible, like permanently saying bye-bye to a cousin you know you’ll still see even after ten years. Actually it is a social network’s job to let people see each other even after time and space have separated them. I know that one day I’ll be heaving a sigh while I type in my e-mail, my password, and willingly or not, press down on that Enter button.

I would know since after ignoring Friendster, the social networking predecessor, for three years, I still remember my password. I used this very important piece of knowledge just so that I could grab some of the photos they were about to delete. Here are some of the photos:

The first cat we let sleep inside our house

Together with my cousins in Tagaytay. Look at the date!

This particular photo is the reason why I had to remember my Friendster password. It was taken during my eighteenth birthday, back when I had longer hair and my boyfriend was thinner. My most favorite photograph.

So you see Facebook, all hope is not lost!

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