I was having a conversation the other day with an old old friend who I now only ever see on Facebook, due to the fact that I moved away from where I grew up. When we met up for a drink we ended up talking about Facebook…mainly about why he hated it so much.
It was the same sort of conversation I’ve had before where someone says they don’t understand how I can spend so much time on it.
Ok so i can’t join in on the baby and kiddie photos thing as I don’t have any and most of the girls I went to school with now have several children. I haven’t seen any of these ladies since we left school with one exception, so it’s odd to know so much about their lives even though I haven’t physically been involved in them since we were all 16.
My friend complained about how he had to keep reading updates about his friends kids and how he didn’t actually care about whether ‘Little Johnny’ had just had a bath or whatever. And I agree to a certain extent, it doesn’t change my day to know if my friends daughter has just smeared lipstick all over her cheeks, but it does make me smile. Just as I feel sorry for them when they post that they have been up all night with a poorly baby.
Just as it makes me smile when another friend will update to say she has a hangover or when I read a check in from one of my friend’s way down in New Zealand.
Without Facebook i wouldn’t know that a friend was on a beach in Australia, or that my nephew was in a restaurant in Notting Hill. Tiny details that wont affect my day, but it makes me feel like I am more connected to the people I care about.
Living away from family and friends can be lonely at times, but Facebook has always allowed me to feel like I am still in these people’s lives and they are still in mine.
I get to see the nights out my friends have without having been there, I get to see the places my cousins are visiting or living in without feeling the distance too much.
I like seeing what music my friends are listening to, what mood has taken them and what is inspiring them at that moment, because sometimes it inspires me too. I had a whole conversation recently with two old friends over a song that was posted. A song we had all danced to regularly on our teenage nights out. It was nostalgia and a virtual disco as we all rocked out to the same song with so many miles and years between us and those heady days of our youth.
In short I think Facebook rocks because it answers all the questions I want to ask people I care about all the time…what are you listening to right now? What was the last movie you saw? What book are you reading? What did you do with your weekend? What do you ‘Like’?
I love it for the fact that even though my friend hates Facebook, it’s the only way I get to stay in touch with him on a regular basis and read about the things I don’t get to hear him complain about anymore. Because I’d rather hear about what my friends want to moan and vent about than not hear from them at all. Because it’s human nature to talk about boring stuff and laugh about the mundane things.
Facebook rocks because I get to stay in touch with people i don’t get to see anymore.
And also because it’s how my husband found me……























