Facebook Official

Seriously, does anyone even remember life before Facebook?!? Its funny how in order for things to be real, in our real life, we must first make it real in our virtual life. I’ve heard more than once that its not official tell its Facebook  official. This concept applies both to big news and to relationships. Oh the impact that Facebook has had on our society. So, I made the official Facebook announcement and let all my “friends” know that I am moving to Australia. There is no more denying it now…this is really happening and to be honest, I am scared. I’m having SO much fun with all my friends this summer that I don’t really want it to end. I bet I’ll say the same thing this time next year as I am wrapping up my year in Australia. I still feel like I am living someone else’s life.

3 Days and Counting

I have three days left in my current apartment. All my furniture has sold except for my one lone coffee table. The storage unit is filled with my odds and ends that can’t be moved, such as books and movies. My apartment is sad, it has been stripped down to its bare bones. I moved in here February of 2010, expecting to stay here for awhile. Once, I broke up with my boyfriend and my roommate started dating hers, I figured I would just get another friend to move in here with me once my roommate got married. I had no idea that I would be selling every piece of furniture I own and moving my life halfway across the world. My tax return came in yesterday, so now I officially have no reason to not buy my ticket. It still doesn’t feel real, even though all of my earthly possessions are sold and the count down has officially begun. I guess reality will hit me when I finally tell my clients that I am leaving and make it “facebook official”. Cause lets be honest, till its posted on facebook…its not real ;).

The Joys of Being Single #76 – Insensitive Married Friends

Joy #76 – Insensitive Married Friends

So the leaving my life process has begun. I have put all my furniture for sale on Craigslist and Facebook. I haven’t told a bunch of people yet, but the posting on Facebook is generating quite the buzz. I’ve had numerous people comment and ask why I am selling all my furniture, to some I tell them the truth about my big move…to others I only disclose the next step – renting a fully furnished room.

Today I had one such email from a friend who only contacts me only when I am dating someone. She is the kind of married girl who has completely forgotten what it is like to be single, and who deems singleness a disease or curse. She saw my posting selling my furniture and private messaged me, asking my what is going on. I told her that my roommate is getting married and that I am sick of moving every few years and keeping my stuff in storage. So I am renting a fully furnished room and getting rid of my stuff. She responded with “Wow, moving again, huh? You are like a lucky charm, my friend.” Cause that is what every single girl wants to hear whose roommates keep getting married on her. I obviously LOVE that I have to move every year or so because they keep getting married on me. It’s how I always hoped my life would turn out…Always the bridesmaid…never the bride. It pissed me off. I responded with “I see it more as a curse”.

I love when my married friends forget that sometimes being single is painful and having to replant your life because you don’t have the stability of a husband is not all that fun. Don’t get me wrong, there are great things about being single, but I want to be married. I just haven’t met the right guy yet. I could have married the wrong one many times over by now, but I am waiting for the right one. So to all you marrieds out there…don’t forget what it was like to be single. In the end, it just makes you look like an insensitive jerk!

The Rule’s of Facebook

Rule #244: If we are not friends in real life, what makes you think we should be friends on facebook…It’s not going to happen

If you didn’t talk to me in high school and I have had absolutely no contact with you in the ten years that we have been out of high school…what in hell makes you think that we should be facebook friends? My 10 year reunion is fast approaching and I am not going. I graduated from a rather small class and those who I actually care about seeing I do. I don’t want to go and make mindless chit chat with the idiot who barely graduated who still lives at home and considers being a waiter at Red Robin a lifetime career. Nor do I want to spend a few hundred dollars to act like we were friends in high school when the reality was we never spoke.

My class has put together a facebook group page for our reunion, I was added to it. In order to not be rude, I have kept myself on this page, but never partake in it. I have been getting friends requests from some of the guys I went to high school with due to the fact that we are all part of this “group”. It makes me laugh, we are not friends, we never have been, so I’m not going to accept your friends request. I don’t need 5000 facebook “friends” to feel important. So…request denied!

Pandora’s Box

Sometimes I wonder why I often feel the need to open Pandora’s box. I know better, I know that by opening up that box it will only bring confusion, pain, and chaos, yet my fingers inch closer and closer to the lid, begging to be opened. I am beginning to find out that I like having a little bit of danger in my life, I like to take risks, even when sometimes they should just be left alone.

For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to send my ex a message on facebook. I mean, after all, I am probably leaving in a few months for Australia, and what harm could come from sending a little message complimenting him on his profile picture. It’s one of those pictures that pulls at your heart and goes…oh how I loved him. For better or worse, I loved him. Yeah, that was kind of a stupid decision. I sent it off not expecting a response, because it did not require one. I got not one, not two, not even three…but four responses. I don’t want to get back together, at all, but it is nice to know that he still cares. You see, he started dating someone this last fall, after we had been together for a little over 3 years. I am selfish, because I know that we are not good together, but I also don’t want him with anyone else. I know…what a bitch move.

So I opened Pandora’s box…and now it is time to shut it…or at least close it to where just a crack is left open. That’s ok…right ;).

Facebook Stalking 101

What was life like before Google, before Facebook, before Twitter? Google and Facebook blew up while I was in college. I was one of the early facebook adopters when facebook was only for those who went to college. So I remember life before all this crazy stalking business begin, when a stalker was someone who followed you around and hid outside in the bushes. Were are all guilty of it, looking up someone who we used to go to school with, someone we used to date, someone we used to like, or currently do. We all do it. We all stalk whether we want to admit it or not is another story. I admit it. I am totally guilty of the all the things mentioned above. My 10 year reunion is this year, there is a facebook group devoted to it. I’m not friends with a lot of the people I went to high school with on facebook, but most of them are in this group, as am I. Have I looked at their profiles, yes. Do I know how many kids they have, what they look like, and what their spouse looks like, yes. Thank you facebook for turning me into a stalker. And I know I am not the only one guilty of this. How do I know this, because some of these kids have commented on my photos, so they to know whatever I alloy them to by means of facebook.

I miss dating pre-social network. It’s a whole new ball game now that we have so many outlets to “get to know” someone. Every guy I have dated since this phenomenon has occurred has first pursued me on facebook or myspace. I met him in real life, but then he would find my profile, add me as a friend, and then begin to message me. This all went on for weeks, sometimes months before an actual date took place. You can find out a lot about someone by seeing their profile. It’s kind of weird. Not only do we have social networking, but we also have Google. Oh Google you make stalking so easy. I Google guys before I go out with them, and so do most girls I know. I know more about them then I should thanks to Google.

So what happens when you have been to sick to go to work, but not sick enough to sleep all day long? You get really good at your stalking skills. Oh and you might do things that are out of character for you as well. Not feeling well, and bored, I decided to peruse match.com. Made a profile, with no intention to ever pay for it, or even put up a picture. I have a lot of friends who have met on dating websites and those friends are very happy. So I thought I would just see “what’s out there”. You can see people’s pictures and see their profiles without paying. I got matched with a really cute guy. Like to cute to be on a site like match. I showed my friend Rachel his profile. She agreed, it’s got to be some sort of scam, as in he is either not honest in his pics, or he is just a creep. I decided to find out. So I did a Google search on his name along with a little bit of info on his profile. Bingo…Found! (I always knew I would make an excellent spy.) So I think it is the cold medicine taking over, but I did something completely out of character. I found him on facebook and sent him a message. He wrote back…probably won’t turn into anything, but wouldn’t it be fun if it did?