I found a new way to torture my children.
Until Lisa Samson sent me an invitation to join Facebook, I didn’t know that random adult-ish people were allowed to join. So, in the interest of providing a place to advertise my writer-self…you know…online presence and all that, I joined Facebook.
Wow. My kids think I’m stalking them (I’m not; I actually have my OWN friends who like me, thank you very much) and/or want to send me to Facebook school so I don’t utterly embarrass them in my attempts to post (I’ll admit I have needed several walk throughs on how to post photos and other applications that kept popping up).
The funniest and most endearing message on my wall (yes, you write on people’s “walls” which I think in real life is a very unadult thing to do; hence, the reason it’s done on FB) is from my youngest son, still a student at LSU.
Here it is………….
“Let’s get this straight. Here are the rules for you joining Facebook:
1.) Don’t write on my wall
2.) Don’t stalk my profile
3.) Don’t ask my friends to be your friends, I don’t care if you used to teach them. Don’t do it.
4.) Don’t write on my wall
5.) Don’t join weird religious cult groups, or any weird groups.
6.) Don’t put embarassing pictures of me up in your profile or tell embarassing stories in your profile
7.) Don’t write on my wall
Other than that you should be fine. Welcome to facebook.”
Payback is hell!