Nothing screams busy like being on Facebook

I have a love/hate (mostly love) relationship with Facebook. It’s the most time-wasting thing yet I can’t seem to stop myself from logging onto it. During weekdays especially, since work isn't as exciting as it used to be and pretending to do it isn't something I'd like to do on a regular basis.

It's a great place to keep in touch with your friends, family and foes. I know more about a certain colleague of mine by reading his Facebook profile than by actually having face-to-face conversations. Frankly, I'd rather have it that way since he's a rotten bastard. And a bloody unprofessional git.

Back in the day, I had Friendster, which was the rage in college and trying to figure out what the heck I'm going to do with my life. Me and my friends would "compete" with each other to see how many "friends" we could have. So that meant adding real friends, complete strangers, random girls with fake eyebrows, and other creatures with an account. I managed to accumulate a fair number of "friends," more than half of which I don't keep in touch with anymore but would like to.

As of now, my Facebook account only has people that I personally have either:

1. Been related to and still (unfortunately) are;
   
2. Met and have maintained a sort of 'Hey, don't I know you?' relationship;
   
3. Met in college;
4. Worked with;
5. Stalked.

I'm glad that I can say that I got into Facebook way before its Big Bang. At that time I only had one friend; the friend who invited me to join it. And she was my only friend. For a year. Now I have close to 115 people in my list. A good majority of them are people I still say Hi to at least 3 times a week (except on weekends).

If you'll excuse me, I have to pretend I'm busy.

Again.

This is Chris, signing off.

PS: Thank you, id, for introducing Facebook to me.