Say it's so, or else

Finally, I have succumbed to writing about social networking.

True, I'm quite an intensive user. I maintain a Facebook profile, while my Friendster profile is left to go the way of the dead. There's also my Last.fm page, although it's just me being a statistics dork. Obviously I have a Multiply site that saw its heyday during my college years. And if you're referring to communities, or whatever closely resembles them, there's me on the forums, and then there's LiveJournal, and then there's Twitter...

So that's a bit too much for someone at my position now - I'm done with college, supposedly busy with work and other stuff, and more importantly, supposedly over this thing and interacting with people in a more concrete setting, rather than posting barely-understood phrases that actually mean "I want to pry into your life for a bit". Then again, I'm not the type of person who spends so much time there either. My blogging is a totally different issue - being a self-described writer, that's harder to extricate - but I don't exactly go there to be amused. Not the very least playing those games on Facebook - I just don't see the point.

And, besides, I've already too much on my plate. I'm doing what I set out to do with the things I have, so why plunge into a few more? But they want my money, or better yet, they want my personal information - after all, some company probably cares when I say I'm feeling down at the office again. It's getting slightly ridiculous, the way these companies beg for your information.

I still get a lot of invitations to whatever site there is. (Thankfully it doesn't go to my primary email. If it did, I'd be telling off a lot of people.) I got an invitation from Gian, my former boss at the Student Council, a few days ago - and it was followed by two more, in a span of three hours. Today I got another one - and the way the invite presented itself as a matter of life and death is funny. "Respond within the next three minutes!" it said, making it feel like a bomb will explode somewhere in the world if I don't. The invite, by the way, was sent hours before I logged in. I'm sorry for the deaths.

And then there's the question itself. "Do you know Gian?" it asked. Well, of course, I do. I was presented with a couple of options - a simple yes-or-no thing. In case I missed it, there's this helpful (and slightly insulting) reminder: "please click either yes or no." Sure, if I clicked the first option, it tells the website that I want to join their ranks - or tell them I live in the Philippines, among others - and I don't really want that. What happens if I click no, then? Maybe a page that says, "are you telling us Gian is delirious in saying he knows you?"

It could get more desperate, though. I got another invite way back, for something totally different, that says "click yes or else Jeanna would think you're not friends," followed by a crying emoticon. We're cousins, by the way.

I'll admit, I absolutely don't know how to wrap this up. (So much for me playing up my writing chops.) But it's a little funny, or perhaps a little disturbing, seeing how real world friendships are translating online. There's being out of the loops in things on the basis of who's doing (and not doing) something, and then there's the ridiculously-implemented "hindi na tayo bati" line, which should've gone the way of the time capsule. Perhaps it's just me, but it's called networking - it's connecting to friends from past and present, and not beyond that. But maybe they've redefined it again. I should get used to it. If anything, I don't have to worry whether a crush is on whatever platform I'm on. I just have to dread the possibilities. Right, Neobie?

Krizzie's just added me up on Multiply. Ahh, the wonders.

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