Here is a typical day for the Kevster:
Wake up, turn on laptop, check Facebook, check MySpace.
Shower, check Facebook, check MySpace.
Go to class. Go to office, check Facebook.... you get the idea.
Social networking has become a plague on our generation (I think we're into Generation Z now, or Generation Apathy, I get lost). Friendship, popularity, daily routine all seems to hinge on one's place on the interwebs. I honestly don't remember a time when correspondence was not possible through one of these two sites.
I honestly don't know how anyone could do without it either, for that matter.
Take this week for instance.
My good friend of a million years and Chanticleer web editor Chris Pittman turned 24 this week. But Chris is one of my few friends who is not on any social networking site with me.
This will not stand. If you are going to be somebody's friend, you have to be their friend in every instance of cyberspace as well. Otherwise, how will anyone know that he or she is your friend (*cough* gratuitous blog reference happy birthday Chris *cough*)?
On Monday, two days before his birthday, I pestered the guy to register for Facebook. That way everyone could see his birthday on Facebook and wish him a happy one.
Such are the times we live in. A birthday is not complete until people who both are either your good friends and who barely know you at all (but friends on Facebook with you nonetheless) wish you a happy birthday.
I honestly was disappointed on my birthday last year when I got a mere ten wall posts wishing me a happy birthday. Ten! Out of my 300+ Facebook friends, only ten were friends enough to wish me a happy Faceday.
It's funny to think about, but I get a slight sense of importance every time I see a new message.
Even funnier is thinking about when these sites finaly go under, leaving the world in the archaic days of simple e-mails.
I shiver at the thought.
May these highly-addictive, procastination-inducing Web sites never die.
