creeping on facebook

I signed up for Facebook a couple months ago, only after I made a trip back home to see the A-list and everyone nagged me incessantly about my lack of presence there. They also got on my case about not being on MySpace, but I hate MySpace. I just won’t do it.

I’ve long been avoiding getting involved with all these various online networking things and am just now I’m starting to see their value. I’m on LinkedIn and I can see how it would be a sweet job search tool, you know, if I were actually looking for a job. MySpace has become the hub for musicians to advertise events and showcase their music, which I think is odd for creative types because MySpace is mostly an ugly piece of crap. Facebook seems to be the tool that I can use to keep in touch with people from past lives, apparently complete with random people from high school that I don’t even know. I never know what to do with these types of friend requests. So far I’ve just ignored them.

Facebook is especially fun for the “creeping”; this is what one of my friends calls it when she browses Facebook profiles to find interesting gossip or to casually stalk other people. I’m pretty sure that everyone on Facebook does this. You can tell a lot by creeping around in others’ photos, walls, and friend lists. You can make stunning realizations like how attractive/unattractive people you used to know have become, who is dating whom, and what people are doing with their hair these days. It’s all very addictive and all very useful, actually.

My Facebook friend list is rather modest by some I’ve seen. I only have 36 friends so far, but somehow that seems like enough (right, Jill? :-)). I haven’t done that auto-import from your address book thing though. Maybe that would pick up a few stragglers.