I'm Not Going To State Obvious Observations Everybody Makes

How did half of January slip by us already? And all without conducting our elaborate burning ceremony! Isn’t it obvious at this point that we can’t really carry on very well in 2008 with out some sort of self actualizing?

A big thanks to Flick for stopping by last night. It is always fun to have you around, and I am pretty sure that your new song sent Jenny and I into a major depression. Plus, who doesn’t like reliving the days of the northside house, and all of our many merry-go-round love conquests.

Today is an open forum. Discuss if you will.

After a funny night discussing all of our tales of adventure and woe, it really made me think back to the funny ways all of us became friends. Whether it was a funny Preference induced chat or nights smelling our crazy roommate’s bottles of essential oils, an awkward conversation at Break the Fast or even a new hair colour to encourage other’s friendship. They are all great stories and ones that I love to tell again and again.

However, in the world in which we all now live, it seems like there are new friendships cropping up everyday. Facebook (in which I still don’t have any major issues with.) has really helped rekindle old friendships and stay in touch with those who are far away, but it has also become a way of making new friends.

It seems like every new person I meet these days adds me as a Facebook friend within a couple of days of our first meeting. But sometimes it seems like you know more about people from what is written to them and about them online than in real life. And that you do more communicating with them via computer than actually face to face. Is there such a thing as a technological friendship? (You can sing the song if you want)

I ask this mostly because I am in the very middle of a technological friendship. While we seems to have a half normal conversation via Facebook a couple times a week, the real life banter leaves a lot, a lot to the imagination. So do I have a new friend, or just a pen pal? (Or keyboard pal, I guess in this case.) Is it possible for this camaraderie to cross into reality?

(Besides, having a technological friendship isn’t a great story to tell. Well, unless he is a RDG…Recent Devry Graduate.)

Facebook ethics question number two: Is it appropriate to announce everything you do and every step you make on your profile?

This was our big debate last night. (And by big debate, I think we talked about it for about two minutes.) You know who these people are. The people that will post any pictures, write anything on their own wall, or on the wall of others or post statuses that tell us of every one of their deepest and darkest secrets.

Are these people just open with their life and don’t care that other people know all of their confidential information or are these just people without an inner guard to stop them from posting such nonsense?

I am not going to lie. I can find out a lot of information and juicy gossip by just spending a couple of minutes on Facebook everyday. Who is in a new relationship, who just brokeup, who is mad at who, Facebooks provides me with probably a lot of things that I shouldn’t find out, or at least things that I shouldn’t immediately know.

Now that even email is too slow for our gossip needs, is our generation just full of information junkies? Is Facebook and the like just our heroin? Are you responsible for feeding our addiction?

What do you think?

Funny office story of the day! I am up at the front and in walks another old Denise devotee. This guy had a crush on me from Grade One to Three, and I was the only girl he invited to his eighth birthday party. He recognized me right away. (Which was a little creepy considering we haven’t seen each other for 16 years.) Bizarre. Thanks for the little joke, Universe.

Oh yes, and Dennis just called me Michelle. Shouldn’t he remember my name? It is like Dennis. Heck, he could even just call me Dennis if he wanted, heaven knows everyone else does.

Alright, thanks for all you do. Here’s to you, today.

GL/GS