Sometimes I get like this with certain restaurant menus. If there are too many selections, it's as if my mind forgot how to read. I can't seem to zero in on one section and calmly maneuver my way through the options.
This is how Facebook is for me. I set up an account a while ago because people wanted me to be their friend. How flattering! My friends (that I speak to and interact in real life) also want to be my friends (so we can speak and interact in cyberspace as well). It was so much pressure to be popular. So, I reluctantly set up an account, and for some reason my birthday is stuck at January 1, 1936 - which isn't entirely accurate - and my Profile Picture is still a light blue silhouette of a young man. After the flattery wore off (and I realized that I only have about 20 cyberfriends and some people have hundreds - a reality check on my lack of popularity), those overwhelming feelings set in again.
Now when I open my Facebook page, I feel like I'm 30 minutes into my initial IKEA experience. All of a sudden, there are friend requests and several people commenting on different aspects of their day with several other people commenting on their comments. I feel as if I'm at a very crowded party and I can't seem to join just one conversation because there are about 12 of them going on around me. There are obligatory quiz's to take, Top 5 Movies, Top 5 Restaurants, Top 5 Science Museums. Then, the endless tags. People tagging pictures, tagging comments, tagging ex-boyfriends. It's much too much for me. Information overload.
And you can just forget about twittering. We don't even have texting on our cell phones. We still get charged 20 cents for every text. We are so two years ago!
Moral of the Story: I am a terrible Facebook Friend, but if you want to get together for lunch and some real conversation and laughter - I'm your girl. Let's just not meet at IKEA.