Not long ago, I was rejected. It wasn't a typical rejection. No, I wasn't out on the town, it wasn't an awful manuscript, it wasn't even a job application. I was rejected on Facebook. A message arrived at my inbox with a simple "no thank you" in the header. No body, just the header. And the rejection.
Now, I'm your typical Mrs. Kravitz type stalker (Bewitched, anyone?). I am nosy. What are these people I used to see every day in high school up to? Are they married? How many times? Do they have cute kids? How many? Are they still cool? Still not cool? No judgements, I just want to know.
Can you say busybody?
I went on a bit of a wine-induced friend-requesting rampage one evening, curious to see what a few of these newbie Facebookers have been up to in the last decade plus. Well. I found something else out. Grudges hold weight over the internet, but at least they are polite.
It did make me think, though. Was I a mean girl? I think I might have been, but that's a post for another day.
So tell me, why do you Facebook? Are you nosy like me or do you just enjoy the *gasp* apps? (In which case, I'll try not to judge you. My husband simply asks that you don't send me anymore virtual drinks. My internet buzz is apparently no excuse for dancing on the kitchen table and passing out before he can get lucky).
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