you and me, no vampire bites.
Dear friends,
Facebook has connected us in so many ways it has became a vital part of my daily routine. The things we can’t do without facebook, I can’t even begin to imagine.
Some say social networking sites are created because everyone loves to flirt, some say to reconnect with old pals and there are some others who just want to share their naked pictures while posing in such a way that would make their moms wish they had an abortion earlier.
All are fine with me. Thing is we all want to know *real* updates on our *real friends’* life. Now, when you do an imaginary vampire bite on one of your/my friends, that’s not a real update. When you bitch slap someone with an imaginary application hand coupled with an imaginary, virtual giggle sound, that’s not a real update. When you do that 100 times a day and populate my newsfeed and make me miss some of the more important, *real* updates on my friends, that’s not cool. And when you want me to go to a biting adventure with you, like this:
that’s not cool either. I don’t want to bite my friends.
When I started FB, I told myself: this is going to be just for *real friends*, people I’ve actually met in real life and enjoyed the company with. See I already have a terminally dysfunctional friendster account where it’s filled with people I *want to be friends with* and who *wants to be friends with me* and I have no idea who they are except that they are armed with the notable ability of taking kawaii pictures of themselves from a downward angle coupled with a strategically-placed peace sign next to their cheek. Facebook is a fresh start. I want to keep my profile clean and hopefully, application free because when it really comes down to it, I know getting a real love bite beats any finite amount of vampire bites I can possibly get.
So, seriously, lovingly, with all due respect, please stop sending me application invites. The ‘ignore’ button is one of those button I press one too many times, and feel terribly awkward afterwards because I don’t want you to feel like I don’t want to play with you. It brings back bad memories from my childhood and yours.
You and me, we can be together. Without vampire bites.
waiting for your imaginary gift,
AL
