Facebook Fears

These are in no particular order. . .

That I’m just not that “randomly interesting.” After being asked by several friends to come up with 25, I did well to come up with 10 – maybe. Let’s face it, I’m just a regular guy living a regular life who almost died in a fiery auto crash in 1984 on I-65. Same old, same old.

The thought of being unfriended and rejected. That’s all I need. After spending most of my childhood being the last kid picked for freakin’ anything. . .to now grow up and be rejected in the virtual world. Dang. . .Who needs that crap?

Someone posting a photo from a student newspaper (The Auburn Plainsman) party circa 1986-1988. Yes, there is a photo floating around somewhere of me busting out a breakdance move or two.

Accidentally posting something on someone’s wall thinking that I was sending them a private message. Not that I would ever send anything inappropriate but, let’s face it, there are some things that should just remain between friends.

Discovering that Facebook is really a nefarious alien plot designed to numb the brains of all earthlings so that invasion and eventual destruction of the planet could be made much easier. Hey, it could happen.

Based on status updates, having everyone discover that I’m not really that smart and, to be honest, not that funny. Seriously, is this the best stuff I’ve got?

That I will friend someone that I don’t want to be friends with. Then they believe you are better friends that you think you really are so now you’re caught in this awkward situation of having to turn down their filter or, worse, unfriend them.

Yet another way for my ultra-competitive friends to show how much better they are than I am by having more friends. One of my good friends described himself as a “friend whore” – he friends anybody that he even remotely knows or remembers.

Posting the “How Well Do You Know Me?” note then having no one respond. No one cares. Again, another method of virtual rejection.

Posting a self-deprecating list of fears and realizing that it comes off looking like I'm just feeling sorry for myself. Wait. . .