Note: Of course today isn't Friday...but I wrote it on Friday.
It's Friday: otherwise known as that day I plan on getting nothing done. Now that the kids are in school, my schedule is pretty open to accomplish ambitious, start-a-business or create-pin-worthy-closets type of projects, but by Friday, I kind of run out of steam. Let's not act like this doesn't happen in the corporate world.
So although I might do something like fold a batch of laundry or even prep some dinner by stealing my neighbor's basil (they said I could, plus they borrowed a cowboy hat yesterday, so I think they owe me), I'm lowering my standards today. Might wash my hair, but might skip it, too, to prolong the lovely blow-out I got yesterday. Thinking of doing the good deed of visiting my grandma.
And, of course, I'm writing this blog post.
I had my writer's group this week, during which my bloggie/writer friend Pam--who's new website, by the way, it completely awesome, and you should check it out--submitted a piece about Facebook. By now, most of us have gone through some weird Facebook love/hate, drop-out/rejoin, get addicted/give it up cycle with one of the bigger social media forums out there. Which has got me reflecting on my "relationship" with Facebook, and it's kind of like this:
I'm viewing Facebook the same way I'm viewing my refrigerator.
Let me explain.
Now that the kiddos are at school--and heck, even when they were home--I'll find myself opening the refrigerator for no real reason. I'm not hungry, not really. I'm not getting ready to make something. I'm not putting away groceries (unless, of course, I am.) I guess I'm just having a bored or aimless moment, and opening the fridge is my response. Maybe there's something good in there. It's like I'm looking for a slice of chocolate cheesecake to appear and fulfill any voids or uncertainties I might have in life. (Hmmm...is this sounding mid-life crisis-y?)
But now there's Facebook! Yeah! I can just periodically open that instead, and check out what's going on there.
Umm...like my fridge, pretty much nothing. Or at least, nothing life-changing.
I don't mean to insult my "friends" on Facebook. You are wonderful people. But I think we know by now that there are certain people who post heavily in certain ways (read: self-employed business folks who promote, which is fine, but it's like opening the fridge and going, yup, there's bread.) There's the slightly brag-worthy posts, although thankfully, I actually don't get too many of those. Sometimes there's a link to something amusing or interesting, and while I thank you very much for those, how come I sometimes feel like I've just eaten a cookie I really didn't need?
It's making me realize I need to keep developing real relationships, do real things, and, quite likely--oh, ick--take real risks from time to time.
Unless Facebook upgrades so that people actually can share chocolate cheesecake with me, in which case, baby, I'm so on it.