Awake. For now.

I'm wide awake right now, in the mournful moments of the night, right before bedtime. Some days, I feel like fragging Facebook (FB) and just being done with it. While I like seeing people I know doing their things, at other moments, it drives me bananas. The virtuality of it all is troubling and irritating -- people trying to outdo one another with pert status updates, or being all cryptic, that kind of thing. And people being BORING.

My God, yes. So fucking boring. I've fragged something like 17 people from my FB "friends" roster for various Crimes Against Dave. Hah! Some were never around, some were annoying, a few were hurtful, a few were irrelevant, a few made big mistakes with me. Auf. Auf. Auf. Auf. Those were the motivated Aufings. But now, I sometimes feel like just randomly Aufing people, just to mix things up a little. Not that I will, because I don't want to do that to anybody just out of caprice, don't want to be rude -- I'm far likelier to just vanish from the FB and be gone for awhile. Just because it's boring the hell out of me. I'd rather concentrate on where I'm at here and now than maintain a virtual presence. Not to be all curmudgeonly, but seriously. Yawnsville. I think I'm entertaining myself more on this blog these days, anyway.

I think a lot about "Impression Management" when I think about the FB, and how some people work very hard to portray themselves in a certain way. I just post stuff that interests me, that I think others might enjoy. Sometimes I get slagged for it, sometimes people like those things. For me, the FB is a communicative medium more than anything else -- but part of that means there needs to be a good signal-to-noise ratio, and I feel like there's precious little signal out there, just flatlines.

*BWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*

Like a bunch of people crammed in a room without having very much to say. Don't be boring. Please, please don't be boring. You don't want to do that, because I'll just disappear. And your world will be about 28% less fun than it was when I was in it. As I often say, I BRING the fun. I enjoy life, living, being, seeing, feeling -- all that stuff. I can find the fun almost anywhere. But if I'm the only one banging his cymbals together, well, that's less fun.

I miss my friends. Even friends of old, we maintain an ersatz association through the FB, but we're not really there. So, it's more like a bunch of ghosts crammed in a room, still without having very much to say. We hardly talk, anymore. There's just enough information trickling in that there's the feeling of being informed, without necessarily the need for active engagement.

Boring.

*BWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*

I want fun, fucking frolic, and fire, Friend!