On several occasions, Richard has suggested that I set up a Facebook page. I have resisted doing so — until now.
I haven’t joined the Facebook brigade because Facebook just seems weird to me. The whole concept of “social networking” and having a wall that anyone can write on is odd. I don’t know how accessible I want to be to people from my past. I’ve also thought that there is something kind of pathetic about people who aren’t in their teens reaching out to others and asking them to be a “friend.” It’s like high school all over again! I’ve been afraid that, if I join Facebook and have to wrestle with awkward social issues like “friending,” I’ll probably suffer some kind of sympathetic acne breakout, too. And, unlike, say, Bob Dole, I’ve never made a practice of referring to myself in the third person — and Facebook seems to be filled with breathless, third-party references.
Why have I reconsidered? Many of my contemporaries (i.e., 50-somethings) have Facebook pages and have said it is a good way of keeping in touch with family and friends. Richard also points out that it may well allow more people to check out the family blog. So, I am willing to give Facebook a shot, for now. If it turns out to be too weird, I’ll just end it and retreat back to my prior state of unconnected, aging “friend”lessness.