The Point Is?

i click back and forth between a flying penguin game and facebook. each time i make the transition to check on facebook, i want to return to it less and less. all everyone does is complain. 


i'm sorry if you spilt your milk, but must you announce it to the world? i'm nearly positive no one really cares. 


perhaps it's boredom, or the need for attention. all the "awh, i love you's" and the "text me's" are kind and sweet. but i can't shake the feeling that facebook is just another way to get attention. 


our world is dysfunctional because of it's accessibility to personal feelings. emotions that were once known as sacred are now thrown around as if they don't matter. 


we lose the chance to tell our close friends whats going on in our lives on a personal level. instead it's "oh yeah, i saw that on facebook."


although proven to be convenient, text messaging and social networking are both a false means of communication. 


i have lost all purpose for this blog. 


yours until the pigs fly,
alessondra marie