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When X Factor has finished and we’re all just about ready to fall back into reality, what else is there to do other than log
onto Facebook?(that is if you’re not already logged in, giving the world a lowdown of what you thought of Simons chest-hair view), but honestly, what else is there to do?
The answer?
Absolutely nothing (Unless your slightly cooler than me and actually do stuff)
But if you’re like me and you’re just not that cool, you would have spent the entire night on Facebook. Not even doing anything whilst being on it may I add, it just sits there open on your laptop screen whilst you occasionally flick between home page and profile. It’s a sickness I swear; we are a nation of Facebook addicts.
What are we afraid of missing? The only action my homepage has seen recently was when someone realised they had the same star sign as me and figured they’d let me know. How bloody pointless – What did they want me to say? OMG, you’re a Taurus too, lets meet for drinks?! Seriously.
We even check our phones on our lunch break – just in case someone you don’t really know decided to say hi within the past 3 hours.
It’s not ‘give me your number’ anymore for hopeful singletons, it’s ‘give me your Facebook’ and the next thing you know your having a ‘poking’ match. Is he flirting with me or prodding me with his virtual finger?
We are a generation of unsociable gits – and no it does not make you sociable because you comment on everyone’s status! – we should be zipping up our party pants and painting the town red, ready to meet REAL people and have a REAL conversation!
Well unless of course, your just not that cool.
…Pass me the lappy.
Repeat after me.
My name is (appropriate name here) and I am addicted to Facebook.
