My hypothesis that my quarterlife crisis is really just pent up teenage angst finally being let out is being supported from my schadenfreude-laden reaction to joining Facebook.
The brilliant thing about Facebook is not that it allows you to meet women. In fact that’s one of the scariest things about Facebook. You add a woman you know in passing and then discover that she’s a Hezbollah member, or believes in natural contraception. But that’s another story. No, as I was saying, the brilliant thing about Facebook is the schadenfreude it lets you indulge in when you run across old batchmates. In this respect it is far superior to orkut.
On orkut, the old school batchmates I was running across were growing their hair and writing pretentious poetry. Which is just so putting off that you don’t even feel schadenfreude.
On facebook, however, I discovered this dude who used to be a heartthrob across three batches. Tennis player. Basketball player. Three thirds. And now he’s gone to seed. Beer belly. Puffy face. Bad haircut. And a job which is much worse than mine on the scale of corporate whoredom. It was glorious. It was like the ending of Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion.
Such are the cheap thrills which I get these days. It’s definitely my teenage years finally catching up with me.
… and so there are those that keep their facebooks and orkuts looking better than they really are with particularly compulsive obsession. the lazy ones just put up pictures of salman or aishwarya. anyway, i’d rather just rob a bank at Second Life .
Ah yes…but sadly there are some instances where the stars have shone brighter. I started an fb account with an alias (cos i kept getting the spam mail that i was added by some random friend) and didn’t bother till someone used the dang friend finder and found me…
Orkut has left quite a few people like me jaded. It was over- communication and over-connection. If i really wanted to interact with the guy wouldn’t i have kept in touch with him in the first place?