Here is a conversation I had today on Facebook:
Me: I tried to friend up with Rick Mercer, but I think he rejected me.
My Facebook Friend: He has very particular tastes, apparement. Try Jian Ghomeshi or someone desperate like that.
Me: Yes, I guess I'll have to just settle for the desperate celebrity-types
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So, lemme recap. On June 19 you're having a midlife crisis. On June 20, you declare Facebook to be the devil's tool. By July 4, you are transformed into a complete, obsessive-compulsive Facebook addict, dogging the e-tracks of second-rate celebrities that you do not even know (I obviously do not include Megan in this unfortunate category), begging shamelessly for a bone, a crumb, a friend, anything....
I see an all-too-familar pattern here.
Are you prepared for the intervention yet, ma'am? The one that we will be forced to carry out when your life goes to complete and utter hell in a handbasket as you plumb the soul-destroying depths of denial about your addictive compulsion? In, oh, about twenny minutes?
I know. I know. It's worrying. My lovely houseguest told me she was concerned that I was blogging about Facebook. She found it, "insular" or "circular" - one of those things.
Just let me collect a few more celebs, then you can do the intervention, ok?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. The old, "I'll quit tomorrow" ploy. Yer addicted, sure 'nuff.
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