Hi, My Name is Christy…

…and, I’m addicted to Facebook.

(Pause for the “hi Christys”).

I honestly didn’t think it could happen, but what with my slight addiction to the Internet as it is (both personally and professionally), I guess I should have seen that it was inevitable. 

See, I originally created a profile to spy gather intelligence on a person we were interviewing at work.  I never used it after that, though, and that was probably more than a year (or two??) ago.  

Ok, ok.  “Never” is kind of a strong word. 

Perhaps I used it again about six months ago when one of my college roommates was in town for the weekend.  We drank wine and sat in front of my computer for most of the night searching for people we’d known in our past life.  Needless to say, it was one of those random nights of awesomeness.  From the land of Can’t Make This Stuff Up, we found basketball stars turned body builders, dude-that-was-always-last-to-leave-quarter-draft-night-at-The-Dog-turned-finder-of-religion, and way too many people who haven’t progressed from where they were at age 22.

Then, this same friend who force-fed me all that wine and made me dig into the spying powers of the Internet scolded me for turning my back on the site that had provided me with such priceless knowledge.  That’s right.  We’re talking about the Book of Face.

So, I dove in. 

And, now I can’t get out.

Here are a couple of my original hypotheses…and how they panned out. 

1. I thought Facebook was for kids (you know, like Trix).  I didn’t really think people I know used Facebook.  It’s not.  And, they do.
2. When I did really start using it, I thought I’d be able to find people that I went to college with.  You know, catch up on the great times.  Find people you may have been too hungover to get an email address from on graduation day.  I did find those people.  However, what’s happening the most is that people I went to high school with are finding me. 

Keep in mind, I didn’t keep in touch with anyone from high school except my very best friend (who is still my very best friend).  That was mostly by design.  I didn’t really like or dislike high school.  It was fine.  I had fun, and I had a lot of pretty good friends.  I was just so OVER it at the end and ready to completely start fresh.  I guess that’s what thirteen years together in a really small school will do to you… 

So now it’s just freaky that these people are friending me on Facebook.  It’s not that I don’t want them to, really, it’s just that I don’t really remember them.  Like, of course I remember them.  But, I don’t remember them remember them.   And, I’m now in a diologue with the girl who was my best friend in, oh, shall we say seventh grade?  We did our dinosaur project together if that tells you anything.  And, it’s (oddly) really great to catch up with her.  And, I’m just so curious now…about how these people - that I have had absolutely no contact with (and haven’t really thought about) in almost 14 years -  have turned out.  I don’t know how to explain it.

It’s kind of creeping me out.

But, I have to know more…

Plus, how can you NOT LOVE a site that offers you the opportunity of a lifetime: to join a “The Only Person I Hate More Than Peyton Manning is Phillip Rivers” group??!!?

Score.