It is a universal truth that we are victims of our actions. These are called "consequences
" and whether intentional or unintentional, very rarely do we not encounter the consequence of a said action.
Such is The Facebook
. I have become members of both "organizations" sadly, in an effort to draw more readership to the blog. Now I'll be completely honest when I say that I'm incredibly proud of what I write and how I write it. It's not exactly considered "humble" to look at your work, admire it yourself, and then pimp it out
for all the world to see. Call me egotistical (you wouldn't be the first) but it's one of the only things that I do that I'm truly proud of, so damn it, I will be proud without apologies.
So there's my action. Pimping the blog via The Facebook and Myspace.
My consequence...people requesting my friendship when I'm uncertain as to whether or not I like them.
I would say there'd be more than one exhibit a, but there's not. It's just that yesterday my ex, who's probably reading this and getting VERY pissed, requested to be my friend on The Facebook. Now, this is very High School oriented, so if you haven't figured out by now this blog will be written as satire
, then you should really stop taking me so seriously.
But what do I do? I don't like her. Hell she doesn't like me. We're decent to each other and I'm completely over her. I gotta be honest, she still looks good (on the right)
. I can't deny her that. But that doesn't mean I'm ready to sit down and discuss how great our sex lives are (a topic I'm sure she'd dominate...that's funny for two reasons, I'll let you figure them both out).
I mean I'm finally over her. Am I ready to jump into a Facebook friendship with her? What if we rush
things? What if someone catches feelings? What if it's not just one Facebook interaction
? The possibilities and implications of a failed Facebook courtship is not one I'm ready to comprehend at this point in my life.
I think for the time being I'll just wait it out, sleep on it and make a decision at a further point in the future. I might consult an oracle
or something in the process. Who knows?
Push comes to shove, there's always the Jack Bauer
approach: "You're only conscious because I don't want to carry you." Superb.
Until next time kids.
Be safe.*By the way, if you don't click those links, you're gay. (Not that there's anything wrong with that)