For your information, I am virtually popular. My virtual popularity includes seventy-seven friends on my Facebook account. So far, most of them are former students, a few friends my own age, several relatives, and one high school classmate.
My daughter pushed me into virtual society. Last year, during her first year of college, she wanted me nowhere near Facebook. But this summer she beggme me to join and promised to help me set up an account. But we never managed to get together, and I never got around to it, though Hiram did. I probably wouldn’t have done it this week except for an email invitation I received from a church friend.
Digital popularity has been enlightening. I’m not sure we’re a perfect fit since most of my virtual friends hang out from 9:00 PM until about 2:30 AM. Mind you, I’m not awake much of that time, but I catch up in the morning when they’re all asleep. This morning I discovered that my husband and daughter posted random things on one another’s walls last night. I’m feeling kinda left out. Why doesn’t she post on my wall? She likes him better than she likes me. Pout, pout, pout.
If I’m not careful, this hip, Facebook chick is going to devolve from virtually popular to cyberspace wallflower. I was a wallflower throughout real junior high. No way do I want to go back there on the internet. Instead, I’ll go to my daughter’s wall and write something on her “tell me your awkward story” thread. I’ve got plenty to chose from. Most of them deal with my junior high wallflower days.
So visit me on Facebook. I’ll introduce you to all my virtual friends. And you can read my awkward story. It’ll be a doozy.
