Woody's Wit: The Facebook Addiction

Perhaps the hottest trend in America, next to being unemployed, is having a profile on Facebook. Actually the two go together well as if you are home without a job being on Facebook can fill up the whole workday, plus overtime. Sadly I can vouch for that.
Facebook is becoming a more important sign of identification than our drivers license. More people probably have a Facebook page, plus you don’t have to deal with the mean ladies at the DMV.
I refused at first to join the millions of users but once I gave in there was no turning back. It opened up a whole new world of ways to waste time, I never knew that farming was so fun and easy. Farm Town has convinced me that perhaps I should have considered a career in agriculture. It’s easy to find helpers to harvest your fields and the money just keeps rolling in. The only tough decision to make is what gifts to send people, something or higher or lesser value than was recieved or just nothing at all?
Other areas of business to be studied via Facebook are owning a restaurant from Cafe World or being a mobster on Mafia Wars. The opportunies to join are endless as your friends send invitations most every day.
Though on average its a low total, I’ve managed to accumulate 185 friends on Facebook, while somehow still always unable to find someone to do something with on the weekend.
The term ‘Friend’ is used rather loosely on the site, as passing by someone on the street once pretty much qualifies. I have a few friends who I have no idea who they are and to my knowledge have never spoken with, but I know they made a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch last Tuesday, because they posted it.
A few other friends I went to school with, I was never cool enough to be associated with back then but now all the wedgies I were given have been forgotten and we are friends. Still don’t talk to each other, a couple I don’t even remember, but I couldn’t bear to deny their friend request.
It’s not all just fun and games, Facebook does require some deep thought, such as what to write as your status. It’s what all your friends see and can comment on. When your days are like mine, in which the highlight is watching ‘Judge Alex’ at noon and reruns of the ‘Golden Girls’ all evening, not much of any interest can be said. It can be hard to make your life sound interesting, especially when nobody really cares to know when I go to the bathroom and its contents.
Sometimes I fail, but I try to make at least one post a day, I feel thats my duty as a user of Facebook. Others go a little overboard, updating their every action on the half hour, it’s almost like being handcuffed to them.
Well, I better be wrap this up so I can go feed my fish in FishVille before they die. I’m now left to wonder how my days were ever spent before Facebook and can only hope that when I get a job that it comes with breaks allowed for Facebook, otherwise I’d be totally out of touch with my ‘friends.’