You walk around Facebook once or twice in the search of new friends, like I did today and you end up finding great little things. It had been a long time since. I am the guy who usually goes in everyday, hangs around and then heads back home because the only reason that he was there was he hoped that he might find something interesting happening… but, umm, he doesn’t.
Well, but today, I was there, really there and I read through many a people’s pages. Its funny, the things that people write in the "about me section." Some really smart people don’t even let their "about me" section be seen by anyone other than their friends. You know playing safe:there are too many leechers and bad people out there and like Obama said, “we have to be careful on facebook.”
Well, I do get the sentiment and maybe hiding somethings from the bad people may be wise, but the “about me” thing, that’s just totally stupid. The person who knows you, knows “about you.” It’s the other guys who need to know. Hmmm….
Anyway, coming to the topic at hand, there are like a million pieces of strange little things that you can find to amuse yourself as you read on about people in each page. The idea of talking about even a few of them would take the amount of recall and patience that I just don’t have. So, I am going to rant about one of the most common things that you see in the about me boxes.
Reality. Oh no, I don’t mean it in some deep philosophical way. I do mean reality. That’s what everybody wants to talk about. Here it goes: “I am real. I say whatever comes to my mind. I am outspoken. I hate those who pretend. Those backstabbers who show you a face and then stab you in the back. I hate fake people totally.”
Now my trouble with all this is the fact that almost everybody who goes on this subject says this and I really can’t find a reason why. Now I, being the great reasonable Sherlock Holmes like thinker that I am, can only find two reasons for this, either the fake people have absolutely no problems with other fake people (which cant happen, because well they are fake and know that hating fake people is a cool thing and to be cool, they would fake hatred for fake people) or the fake people don’t make Facebook profiles (which also can’t happen, because firstly, of the previous argument of coolness and also this is the one place where they can actually interact with people without being too fake (coz being fake online is easier than being face to face (testament: all those teenage sex chats I was cheated on. Assholes!!)))
Oh my God, this getting to be the weirdest post ever. Never ever have I had a triple brackets before, unless like when I was programming or something…. Ooohhhhhhhhh…
Anyway, now that the two arguments have been put down, all we left is the fact that everybody is fake. Which I can really agree to. I am a normal guy, I try to be normal and real (you know, like Superman) but there are times when I have been fake. I really dint gain anything from it, not even a phone number, but maybe we do it because its one of those automatic evolutionary defense mechanism things. You know.. a wolf hunting in a sheep’s clothing gets more food (unless of course, the shepherd gets up in the middle of the night and mistaking him for the sheep kills him.) I just couldn’t let my bracket chance go. Ha.
Again, to the topic, another question that comes up is that if everybody is faking, then why do we hate fake people. Ok, or why do we hate more fake people more than less fake people? Hmmmm… how about this, maybe, we don’t want to be fake. You know like although evolution has given us hands, maybe we prefer wings. Huh? Huh? Ok, there may be some other reason to it too.
Fuck that, I don’t care anymore. I love brackets. They look like half boobies.. hihihihi… ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-)
Well, but today, I was there, really there and I read through many a people’s pages. Its funny, the things that people write in the "about me section." Some really smart people don’t even let their "about me" section be seen by anyone other than their friends. You know playing safe:there are too many leechers and bad people out there and like Obama said, “we have to be careful on facebook.”
Well, I do get the sentiment and maybe hiding somethings from the bad people may be wise, but the “about me” thing, that’s just totally stupid. The person who knows you, knows “about you.” It’s the other guys who need to know. Hmmm….
Anyway, coming to the topic at hand, there are like a million pieces of strange little things that you can find to amuse yourself as you read on about people in each page. The idea of talking about even a few of them would take the amount of recall and patience that I just don’t have. So, I am going to rant about one of the most common things that you see in the about me boxes.
Reality. Oh no, I don’t mean it in some deep philosophical way. I do mean reality. That’s what everybody wants to talk about. Here it goes: “I am real. I say whatever comes to my mind. I am outspoken. I hate those who pretend. Those backstabbers who show you a face and then stab you in the back. I hate fake people totally.”
Now my trouble with all this is the fact that almost everybody who goes on this subject says this and I really can’t find a reason why. Now I, being the great reasonable Sherlock Holmes like thinker that I am, can only find two reasons for this, either the fake people have absolutely no problems with other fake people (which cant happen, because well they are fake and know that hating fake people is a cool thing and to be cool, they would fake hatred for fake people) or the fake people don’t make Facebook profiles (which also can’t happen, because firstly, of the previous argument of coolness and also this is the one place where they can actually interact with people without being too fake (coz being fake online is easier than being face to face (testament: all those teenage sex chats I was cheated on. Assholes!!)))
Oh my God, this getting to be the weirdest post ever. Never ever have I had a triple brackets before, unless like when I was programming or something…. Ooohhhhhhhhh…
Anyway, now that the two arguments have been put down, all we left is the fact that everybody is fake. Which I can really agree to. I am a normal guy, I try to be normal and real (you know, like Superman) but there are times when I have been fake. I really dint gain anything from it, not even a phone number, but maybe we do it because its one of those automatic evolutionary defense mechanism things. You know.. a wolf hunting in a sheep’s clothing gets more food (unless of course, the shepherd gets up in the middle of the night and mistaking him for the sheep kills him.) I just couldn’t let my bracket chance go. Ha.
Again, to the topic, another question that comes up is that if everybody is faking, then why do we hate fake people. Ok, or why do we hate more fake people more than less fake people? Hmmmm… how about this, maybe, we don’t want to be fake. You know like although evolution has given us hands, maybe we prefer wings. Huh? Huh? Ok, there may be some other reason to it too.
Fuck that, I don’t care anymore. I love brackets. They look like half boobies.. hihihihi… ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-)


