What I used to think Facebook would be like: An exciting rendezvous with friends, during which we share our secret hopes and fears, express our controversial opinions, and have philosophical debates….
What it is actually like: A formal dinner party with acquaintances, co-workers and neighbors, during which we make small talk about the weather, quote funny stories we heard on the news, show each other pictures of cute cats and babies…and there are salesmen constantly trying to crash the event.
Mind you, I don’t think this has anything to do with Facebook’s lack of success on the stock market…If Facebook was the kind of place I’d like it to be, its stock value would be even lower.
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06/29/2012 at 9:37 am
A dinner where all the creepy guys crowd around the hot girl, the obese continuously shove their plates under your nose, yoga teachers drum up business by patronizing you with new aged Special Olympic “high-fives,” narcissists babble every last detail of their lives and movements, and some guy, with hardly any “friends” keeps singing old, country music songs from the far end of the table…
06/29/2012 at 6:50 pm
roflmao, I love this comment so much. Don’t forget the obsessive Polish chick arguing politics with everyone.
06/29/2012 at 8:20 pm
I didn’t forget her, she’s the hot one.
06/30/2012 at 9:36 am
Damn. Let’s get a room, shall we.
06/30/2012 at 10:05 am
amen optima. equus tuus sum.