Today I read that Prince Harry's girlfriend announced their breakup by changing her relationship status on Facebook to "not in a relationship."
Which reminds me: Facebook is stressing me out.
I am having trouble keeping up with the constant updates on Facebook. And I am contributing to the madness. This morning I commented that I am in disbelief that it is Monday. Who cares that I am in disbelief that it is Monday? No one. Why am I commenting? I have no idea.
I had a nasty cold over the weekend, and before I knew it, it was breaking news on Facebook. Everyone knew and some had comments.
Friends are constantly having birthdays. They are constantly posting photos from events. Sometimes you receive an alert that you have been "tagged" in a photo, only to find out it's a photo of you, drunk as a skunk at a college journalism conference, ponytail askew while you tie someone's shoelaces together and leer embarrassingly at the camera as your classmates laugh at you in the background.
Sometimes it's a photo of you, drunk again, lying on the floor of your friend's apartment after a bachelorette party, while friends squirt whipped cream into your mouth.
Sometimes it's simply an unflattering photo of you looking fat, sweaty, and uncomfortable. When I see that I've been tagged in these types of photos, I choose to delete them, hoping none of my other friends has had a chance to look at them. Ugh.
Friends are often sending me "Lil' Patch" invitations, or invitations to join their mob or become a pirate or a ninja or invitations to accept their martini, after which the application wants me to send martinis to everyone else, which I am not in the mood to do. Ever. Recently a new application emerged, the "I hate Facebook applications" application.
And friends are constantly announcing major life events: pregnancies, births, engagements, weddings, and now, breakups, a la Prince Harry.
Has Facebook killed the telephone star? The e-mail star?