I leave this text, I definitely got a tear because the ability to emancipate increasingly looks more flanked by our own will ... them realize how sad.}
(Soho, Nov. 2007)
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If not used to invite to events or to promote something, "to be in facebook" looks like have a page in a directory with an aging, which held to account for not being like the others, chasing around like a ghost that whispers "you will always be the person he was."
By: RICARDO SILVA ROMERO
What people call "being on Facebook" (people are rare) indeed is to be recorded in the most complete directory of people that has been programmed on the Internet. Sooner or later, however, if the blessed website is reduced to a social tool, if not used to invite to events or to promote something, "be on Facebook" seems to have a page in a directory with an aging, requiring accountability for not being like the others, chasing around like a ghost whispering "You will always be the same person he was." Facebook makes it a whole college course: that is. Ask a sense of humor. Requires hardening. Demands attention. Confirms that the phrase "we were a race of peeping Toms" will be the epitaph on the grave of mankind. I invite you to live the rest of your life, click on click on the Internet. Because there can post photos, videos, texts, drawings, games. Why is Yahoo, Blogger, MySpace, YouTube, Flickr and Google at the same time. Because it is, rather, all pages in one: there, in one trip and not moving more than necessary, can be relieved to know the desire, loneliness and boredom of every day.
A" Facebook "is a kind of album that comes in gringo college campuses for students to get to know the faces before meeting there. was that, nothing else, the teen wanted to simulate New York Mark Zuckerberg when he founded the internet service which I'm going to get out within hours. At that time, February 2004, Zuckerberg was still a Harvard student absorbed (such a person) to which he went on thinking about business genius. And the people looked askance (people is mean) every time he started to talk about the ideas that came to mind. But as in any E! True Hollywood Story to be respected, Zuckerberg suspected would happen is what happened: virtual album of Harvard students album soon became a student of Boston, California and New York a few months later became the meeting point of university in the world, and thus the September 11, 2006, dared to get everyone on the planet that had an e mail.
You know the rest of the history of Facebook. People keep talking about it (people are predictable) every time he gets the chance. At this stage of the day is the seventh most visited website in the world. Each week displayed 150,000 subscribers. 34 million people are registered. And 33. 999,999 within hours.
I joined Facebook three months ago because a friend wanted to show off studying some pictures just taken. I had no idea what I was getting into. Had said no to the invitations that I had come to participate in the game (pressing the Press "delete" with great satisfaction) because you do not see the grace. Why spend more time on the computer than you spend one day? What maricaditas be sent to the view of everyone? Why let others spy on just that (she sings Paul Simon Graceland) there is a window into the heart? I joined Facebook, I saw the pictures of my friend and I canceled the service two weeks later. And the following week I returned, I checked again, because at any moment my e-mail began to arrive to invitations "to belong to Facebook" from my lifelong friends. Fell. Fell round.
In a couple of days I had become addicted to adding friends to spy on the lives of others and find people who had not seen for a long time.
From the beginning I felt that if you believe what you see on Facebook, if you blindly believe what people post (people are lying) in his cluttered home page, then we should think that all people known to have the lives most enviable in the world, should think that all, or they spend rumba rumba smiling, smiling or walking tour of Europe, or just be parents smiling or are smilingly love. And so, despite the suspicion that there was something false in every room, fell. Fell round. And I saw that on that page was a life lived without any problem. I met old school friends not seen for ten years, with neighbors from my old building (see column Common Places) ever wanted to have a drink with colleagues with whom I have not achieved everything we wanted to talk . I saw colleagues, teachers, students, girlfriends, lovers, accomplices, sisters, cousins, uncles. And I felt all that you can feel when you go out into the street.
lost time. I received news unexpected from unexpected acquaintances. I could not believe that this woman was so beautiful "in a relationship" with this type of very unpleasant. I took a couple of times the anxiety that always happens the next day. I felt out of place. I died laughing. I was ashamed of my picture twice, but always preferred those in which people leave with their husbands or children or bathing suit (the people are arrogant) to say that her life works. I wanted to mourn the things that are. I thanked her for the things that become, things begin and things will come already. Confirmed that, while he was alive, I founded a family firm with my best friend. Poignant received birthday gifts. And my wall (the wall, I clarify, in which you can write to any person registered on Facebook) is filled with exciting messages.
The truth is that I enjoyed. But what fun is, according to the dictionary, off the road. And so I decided that today, in a few hours, I will close my site in one fell swoop. And amused me. Gone. As the actress said in her upbeat Clara Blandick suicide note: "Now I will start the great adventure."
From this morning until this evening, as a person who knows that there are few hours of life, I did everything I never dared to do in Facebook, I sent zombies, vampires created, put nicknames unfair, I went to the group of the fans of SoHo (which some toad reports to censors website having nude old) for the umpteenth time, have accepted appointments Seinfeld ("remember, not a lie if you believe") in a corner of my page, dedicated the song of the window in the heart, cultivated gardens, aquariums fed, playing Tetris, I commented photographs of old drunk on the beach I wrote "What is the life of the big churches?" in the wall of a friend, playing Pacman, hung a black and white video, put status "Ricardo is dead ..." I was first in a quiz on Disney movies, I looked at all the celebrities who could and (see boxes on these experiences) chased all the curiosities I managed to chase, I read my horoscope, and received an appropriate Major Arcana, Death, just accepted that it left me a tarot card every day in the bottom of my site. Anyway. I think I managed to do everything.
And I do not regret having been here. I really think that is an entertainment first. Seriously I think it can be very useful if you want to give news. I just read, for example, which has become customary for the people dying (people are fragile) receives on its wall the sad farewell to Facebook friends he had in life. But I'm leaving now. Once. Since there are only eleven fifty-seven night. Two remain. One remains. And I know well that it was made to spend much time on these things. Stay with friends if you want. Stay with my points in games. I'm really sorry. Sorry to have so many people involved in this matter. But believe me I would stay if he could. People are ephemeral. And this time the great truth is that one is part of that group: the people. And six seconds remaining to make the final click. Five, four, three, two, one. Done.
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