Ya gotta have friends

A few years ago while I was in Key West, I treated myself to a new tattoo. In the waiting room (it was either at Goldie's or Paradise, I can't remember which) there was a big sign: “Welcome to your new addiction!”

I think that’s kind of what they ought to have when you sign up for Facebook. Because it seems like some folks get addicted to it. One friend told me Facebook could easily be a time-eater. I can see that.

We’ve long since established that I’m not very hip at all. So it was only Sunday that I signed up on Facebook. I did it in response to a invitation from a friend of mine who had created her own page, and I had to join to be one of her “friends”. And since then, I’ve received friend invitations from people I know as well as people I don’t know but who are people who know people I know and somehow on Facebook they know who we both know. I think.

And they all seem so busy. Adding friends, joining networks, and telling the world what is going on in their life at any given moment.

Like one friend who indicated that he was “thinking about chicken”. Or the woman who knows somebody I know and told us all that she thinks that Dunkin’ Donuts has really improved their bagels.

Good to know. In both cases.

I need to understand social marketing better than I do, so I’ll probably yutz around on the thing, and maybe I’ll even do a profile and join some networks or something.

But if there is anything a guy with a short attention span like me doesn’t need, it’s another distraction right here at my fingertips.

Come to think of it, “Fingertips” was Steve Wonder’s first big hit. I wonder if he has a Facebook page? And I wonder if he will be my friend?