You can now go hang your head in shame.
I often wonder if people Facebook stalk me. I suppose this is me being wrapped up in self-conceitedness, but I think they probably do. People stalk me, their mothers, Sara Palin, and probably the Pope, assuming that the Pope had facebook. But the Pope has no Facebook profile, I’ve looked. However, he does have an eHarmony account.
The success of Facebook is largely due to the fact that people are nosey, which is a close second to the thrill of seeing pictures of themselves on the Internet. In this new age of information, there is no need to spy on your neighbors from your window wearing a housecoat from 1974. That same housecoat can be used from the comfort of your desk. A few clicks and BAM snooping has come into the 21st century.
I always get a little thrill when I’m facebook stalking someone from my past. Ex-boyfriends are the worst. I feel like I’m doing something scandalous, and that they can somehow tell I’m looking at pictures of them and their current girlfriends. I wonder if they also know that they routinely make guest appearances in my dreams? That sounds creepy, I know. But what’s creepier is that it’s true.
It’s even worse when I’m caught stalking Alex’s family members. Just the other day Alex came up behind me while I was on his mom’s facebook profile. He gave an odd look and simply said,
“You need professional help.”
As if he didn’t know I already have that coming out of my ass.
