Thursday, January 13, 2011

Facebook

     There is a lot to be said for someone who fights the good fight, even against insurmountable odds.  Erin Brockovich fighting against the PG&E about polluting the drinking water, a Republican President fighting against a Democratic Congress or vice verse, The Rock having to clean up his hometown on an island in Washington state in that crappy movie that nobody saw, whatever.  The lone cowboy fighting for his way of life as the West fundamentally changes around him.  And so on and so forth.  The thing about the tragic hero fighting for what he believes in is that he doesn't always win.  Sometimes the tide of time and fortune will inevitably wash over him and he will succumb to whatever he is fighting.  Ask all the hippies who are driving Cadillacs and wearing three-piece suits these days.  Sometimes there is just no use in fighting anymore because the odds are stacked so firmly and greatly against you.  Keep that in mind as you read the first sentence of the next paragraph.
     I opened a Facebook account last night.  I know, I know, I know.  I have been Mr. Anti-Facebook as someone has already called me on my wall or whatever it's called for a long, long time.  I have railed against people who use Facebook in stupid ways or do stupid things on it and get themselves in trouble or put their feet in their mouths.  That won't change, because I am going to do my best to not be one of those people, although I know that I am going to be one of those people somewhere along the way because I always do stuff like that on accident.  But I am here today eating my piece of crow because I have crumbled like a 30-year old bridge abutment in a northern state.
     There were a number of reasons why I finally succumbed and gave in and went on Facebook, or the FB as I like to call it.  First of all was the sheer inevitability of the whole thing.  I always thought I could ride out the Facebook wave, probably because I successfully rode out the mySpace phenomenon, but this is a whole different sort of animal.  So here I am.  Also, my friends successfully bugged me for long enough about doing it that I gave in.  Actually, in recent days they changed strategy and it went from a sort of broad, shallow stream of pestering to a concentrated, deep and fast flowing stream aimed at my loved ones, and that was what did it.  So I am going to name names, and give congratulations to David Nathaniel, Chevy Orange, Guy H, and Garmo for getting the job done.  I am on Facebook now and I can't ever change that.  But I can delete my account, and I will do it in a heartbeat if this whole being on the FB thing starts to annoy me.  But until then just sit and wait for my friend request I guess.

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