“I’ve a bone to pick with you,” says a rather pugnacious friend on msn. “What bones are these?” I replied, feeling like a naughty child who has stolen a bag of sweets; guiltily satisfied.
Earlier, I had decided to start an experimental investigation into social networking; the World Wide Web's juciest spider.
To you and me, that’s Bebo, MySpace and Facebook.
While on my computer working on some English Literature coursework, and therefore procrastinating profusely by clicking all over Bebo links, hoping in some way that every click was another hundred words added to my essay, I realised how futile my efforts were.
So I kept clicking and hoped that it would kill Bebo instead. Also futile. It broke my heart looking down at the bottom right hand corner of my screen. I’ve written 500 words, and it’s 1:30 am. At this point, I’m positively seething and discover a new hatred for the internet
So now I’m wreaking a revengeful havoc upon it with the only method I have…. the internet.
From this point on, lovers of the internet should avert their gaze for their egos’ safety. Bebo has bent your minds! Don’t deny it!
Everyone cares about their placement in “top friends”, page views, photo comments and how much “Bebo Luv” next door’s twelve-year-old has compared to yours.
If I have, you have. If you haven’t, you just can’t call yourself a connoisseur of social networking, and you probably don’t know half of the jargon I’m using. Apologies.
I have been guilty of all the crimes above, and I’m quite annoyed about it. When Bebo has you trapped in its web, we thrash ourselves around in it, much like the ignorant fly, letting the threads of vanity, self importance and portrayal wind around our brains until we are stuck, like me, at 1:30am with an essay deadline in the morning, worrying about why ‘yer man from the street’ didn’t give me “luv” back.
I am also bewildered as to why my BFF (best friend forever) didn’t leave a mandatory ‘x’ after her comment or why a mere acquaintance was “last active” 34 minutes ago, and didn’t reply to me when I left a comment two hours prior to his internet exit!
I hope that I’m starting to catch myself on a bit now. I think I’m going to start a rehabilitation centre for the internet-affected.
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