Impractical Psychology

I just checked my blog posts for the month of July and realized that I have only posted an average of one blog post per week. So much for trying to blog every day! When I first made that commitment, I didn’t exactly compute weekends into the equation. Even so, I should have had at least fifteen blog posts by now for the month of July. Yes, I know the quality makes up for lack in quantity ;o) but it is still something to take note of. I have spent many hours thinking this dilemma over and pondering why I could have been so distracted, and by hours I mean I the few seconds after I realized I’m seriously lacking in posts! Anyway, all I could come up with was FACEBOOK. Yes, I blame FACEBOOK.

I was one of the pioneers in the office when it came to this new phenomenon and quickly got the hesitant addicted to poking, drawing graffiti and setting up gardens, fish ponds, etc. Just a side note: for those of you, who like me, used to wonder what the heck the point is of poking someone, apparently poking someone allows you to see their profile for a couple of days without being approved as a friend. I believe it says so in the FACEBOOK handbook… So, for all you stalkers out there that seem to be lacking friends, this is your ticket into their private lives! Woohoo!

Consequently, the conversion into FACEBOOK land was not a gradual one. Before I knew it, half of the office was becoming my friends and my boss even started a group. Check it out: The Forge Business Group. We were, however, informed that we were not to use our usual FACEBOOK lingo and were to employ professionalism when communicating within the group. I even went and changed my profile pic because I felt it might be inappropriate! So if any clients were looking to get some grub on the Forge employees….hahahahahah! Wait, can’t they still see our profiles?

And, this brings me to another point. It was fine and dandy when friends from primary and high school became my friends and could view my latestpics, favorite quotes, etc. But it’s a whole different story when your boss can check out the embarrassing pics that friends tag you in at parties or while trying to get out of the shower and what your boyfriend likes to call you on your wall. I mean, I couldn’t exactly deny my boss or only allow him to see my limited profile…ok, I confess. It didn’t exactly occur to me at the time that it would be violating my privacy. I am and have always been a strong believer in separating one’s private and professional lives, but who could have been prepared for FACEBOOK?!

As in most facets of life, one has to give a little to get a little. While privacy is not in the FACEBOOK dictionary, I must say it is fabulous finding some long lost friends and catching up with them. This is especially useful for those who have lived or simply traveled over seas. Numbers and addresses always change, but FACEBOOK is constant ;o) until everybody gets bored of it, that is.

To anyone who didn’t follow the blog due to not knowing what poking, graffiti or tags are:
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN…STILL ON MYSPACE?!

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A lot happened to me over the weekend; things that have been playing over and over in my mind, things that I would like to blog about. However, I’m not so sure I’d want my mother or my boss, who just recently spotted my blog, to read about it.

That’s the funny thing about blogging or anything else in life for that matter; where do you draw the line? I’ve read some blog posts where people lay their hearts out for the whole world to see. Now I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t want to write about how I cry myself to sleep every night after a horrible breakup and actually have my ex or his obnoxious friends reading about it. How sad. That’s exactly how I felt as I read some blog post about a girl completely crushed by her former lover. Not only did she mention how she cries herself to sleep, but also how she phones him and hangs up just to hear his voice every now and then. Ok, now that’s just stupid. Then again, maybe she’s one of those stalker type ex-girlfriends who actually want their object of affection to know that they are being tormented by the fact that they are not spending every waking moment with that person.

Either way, I still believe that some people reveal way too much on their posts. Unlike a diary, blogging is open to the entire world, and posting that you cry yourself to sleep after having your heart torn open is kinda like putting a big billboard with the words “I still love you even though you treated me like crap” right outside your ex-boyfriend’s window-with a picture to go with it

So, now I’m back to where I started. So much to say, yet I guess I’d rather not. I will, however, divulge that if anyone ever tells me again that men are “not that complicated”, I will pull their hair out and make them eat it with full cream milk and chop sticks. Why full cream milk you ask…because by that time I will own a dairy! Now you can draw all the conclusions you want…