Knowing all this, why are so many of us still daily users of Facebook? I'm about to tell you why. Get ready, because it's about to get real.
Facecrushes.
I thought I invented the word "facecrush", but according to Urban Dictionary, I did not. Whatever. My definition of a Facecrush is a little different. This is not a crush like the one you might have on the ex-husband of an old friend, not that neighbor you always kind of had a thing for, not your kid's cute teacher who friended you on Facebook. No. My definition of a Facecrush is a person you don't actually know in real life but whom you find yourself Facebook-crazy over. For a period of time - usually 2 to 3 months, according to my research - the two of you can't get enough of each other's posts. You're liking stuff all over the place, posting videos you hope they'll think are funny, and generally vibing with each other - without any sexual overtones. (Again: totally different animal.) Then one day, you realize it's dwindled to almost nothing between you and your Facecrush. Without the benefit of a real, everyday actual friendship, you end up throwing out a random sympathy "like" from time to time, the online equivalent of the awkward nod across the room.
Schadenfreude.
Deriving at least a little pleasure from the misfortunes of others is human nature. I'm sure there are humans who've overcome this nature but those people aren't reading this blog, are they? There's something a little satisfying in seeing that the high school bully is now a lives-at-home loser. Something enjoyable about seeing a formerly high and mighty co-worker you couldn't stand desperately kissing up to people, hoping to "network." And let's just say it: seeing that someone you never liked is fat now? That can put ME in a good mood for days.
Babies.
You probably know someone who just had a baby. If they live far away (or in my case, more than 10 minutes away), how will you see the baby? Facebook, that's how. New parents take a lot of pictures. BAM. You're welcome.
Crowdsourcing.
Need to know who to call to fix your HVAC? Forget Angie's List; Facebook that mess! When you need advice about contractors, restaurants, babysitters, laptops,
How else are your supposed to know when a famous person dies?
Right?!
What else? Got a number 6?

Telling people Happy Birthday so you don't have to spend $5 on a card
ReplyDeleteHa! You're so right. Also, not having to remember those birthdays - it's done for you!
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ReplyDelete6. Because I have no life. And I enjoy reading OTHER people's midlife crises instead of thinking of mine!
ReplyDeleteSOOO true! (PS Blogger is acting wonky and your comment posted twice so I deleted one. I didn't delete because it was dirty. This time.)
DeleteI'll be up late thinking of a number 6 that isn't post-stalking or pre-stalking.
ReplyDeleteExactly Lisa's reason: have a birthday? Boom. There ya go.
ReplyDeletexo
Followed you home from Aiming Low and loved your post there.
Thank you SO much! I just saw this and appreciate it like crazy. xxoo
DeleteLisa's reason is the true reason: also, if you help moving on a Saturday, just ask everyone at once.
ReplyDeleteSee if you really have 5000 *friends.*