Facebook is Evil

Facebook. Oh Facebook. You allow wallowing women to check out their ex's, their new boyfriend's ex's, and generally stalk anyone you find even remotely interesting. It is a voyer's fantasyland.

Having dinner with a girlfriend she confessed looking up her boyfriend's ex and how it put her in a state of depression. I recalled seeing Work Guy's updated profile pic with his new girlfriend flying in a tiny airplane I refused to go in and thinking "Well, at least he's found someone better, who will give him what I couldn't give. Asshole."

Blast From the Past had posted his status on Valentine's Day that he got a voucher from the florist for his flowers not arriving, then later deleted the post. I thought, did he delete it because I would see it and know he was sending flowers to a different girl he'd not lost interest in? Just de-friend me and write what you want. Or are we still friends and you don't want me to see that in case you decided to try me out again? Facebook is evil.

I don't have to know this stuff.

People use it to vent and complain about their love lives, myself included. It is another technological pain in the ass to cause misinterpretations and confusion. I hate it.

I should delete it but I don't.

At work, I bragged to the girl next to me about being hit on by the baby. She promptly opened Facebook and asked what his name was..... So we could check him out, see who his friends are, what he does..... I gawked. She laughed. She called it "creepin".

After the date with Jacob I wished a friend on Facebook happy birthday and saw she was apart of the band thing he'd said he was a part of. I checked the members and found him. I felt dirty just looking. The kid had like 700 friends, and the only pictures I could view was his profile, like a freaking Taylor Lautner look alike, and his background set with a picture of him in tight board shorts, shirtless hitting a volleyball.

I sent the link to Chloe so she could check him out while we were talking on the phone. "Holy Cow!" she exclaimed. "Look at at that, um, package... I mean those shorts, clearly pronounced.." I laughed over her tongue tied fragments and explained this was another reason why I shouldn't date him. Too young. To hot. Pronounced package visibility. This has the design of mistake written all over it.

I wouldn't feel the need to look at his pictures if Facebook simply ceased to exist. I wouldn't know that his status was "In a Relationship" a month ago with a blond baby. I wouldn't know, I wouldn't care, I would be less tempted.