Nope, I don't like it

My natural state, I've decided, is paranoia.

I dislike Fbook, so don't be surprised if I don't play the game and "zombie bite" you back... what cra9 is that anyway!?

I'm almost thinking of closing down my account. Even if I don't I'll be buggered if I'm going to invite anyone to join my friends. Although paradoxically that would make me look unpopular. I have had friends ask me who certain people are who've asked them to be friends... thats how little you have to know someone.

So, the number of my friends is up to 15 or 16 or something meaning I have less friends than most people I know ... except that woman who I'm not replying to who only has three - freak.

How many people would feel insecure with less friends than someone else. Or as an acquaintance of mine who works with certain "famous people" said - "look at all the famous people I'm linked too!" yeh, yeh, yeh, you're still boring, and a lazy self centered slob no matter how many 'popular' people you know.

And FYI, people do check the site for people who they are going to employ. I've worked with people who have and do. I know several people who will not go drinking with new work colleagues for the first few weeks for solely that reason. If they do that then why would they invite them to see unsolicited phots of them on a website?

One of the things I hate about it is that I have no control over who tags pictures of me on their FB. I hate photos of myself but more importantly why would I want an actual photo linked to me when I have no control over the thing.

Lastly, you can put your credit card details in there! Your address, date of birth, sexual orientation, a tag saying "if you want to rip me off, steal my identity and f me over - here's all my details brother". Yeah, it's all harmless my ass!

I never fully appreciated how invasive the site can be, with or without my input when I signed up. I'm still thinking about giving up this blog - mainly because I still haven't decided what to do with it. So don't be surprised if one day it disappears and all that's left is amusing photos of highland coos getting personal.

And that's all I'm going to say about that.

BTW, the cows photo was taken on my Easter trip to Scotland. Damn good trip that was too. I'll have to tell you about it sometime.