Jaybee has introduced me to the wonders of Facebook. I've decided that Facebook is only for the angelic, the pure of heart, the clear of conscience, as Jaybee indeed is. My staunchest defenders will tell you that I'm not of this elect. Amongst my many faults is a deficiency in perseverance and a dislike of hard work. The one exception to this is my dedicated pursuit of avoiding people. Life's too short and I'm not that much fun. The people I'm avoiding should be spending time with the, no doubt, limitless supply of people who do like them. Avoidance is an Olympic event for me and I excel; I have to because if I actually do run into someone I'm trying to avoid I will be so appalled that I will have to invite them to tea.
Vin, a very dear friend of mine, finds this endlessly amusing.
This is how Facebook has undone me. Never have more people I'm avoiding been able to track me down. Worse still they send those creepy emails which ask you if you would 'would like to be friends'. I always imagine it being read out as Bill Bailey says 'are you alone?' in the sketch about travel dictionaries. What I find amazing though, is the number of people who've found me, on the one hand, and the fact, on the other, that I don't like any of them. Statistically, given that there are many people I adore, and countless numbers to whom I am indifferent, how is that possible? Can it really be that the set of these people who are at least indifferent to me and are also on Facebook is actually nil?
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