A Facebook interview with myself discussing Pokes and How I treat them. (My responses are in italics)

How often are you poked on Facebook? Hourly? Daily? Only after poking someone else? Constantly?

It depends. I have friends who always poke me. I am a lazy so and so, and that means I poke back when I feel like it. It’s very bad of me, but I have to admit, some days I see pokes as a subtle nagging. Like “Hey, it’s me! It’s me again! Hey!”. On my needy days, I do a lot more poking. Let’s face it. I’m selfish. I accept, and I go on.

How often do you poke? Hourly? Daily? Are you the poke initiator, or do you need to be poked first?

I have initiated pokes. Especially if I’ve been a delinquent poker and neglected poking back my friends. Now and then I’ll let loose a barrage of pokes to let people now I am here, so celebrate my presence already!

How long can you sit there looking at your aquarium before returning a poke? Can you engage in other Facebook activites and with a clear conscious remained poked and not be the poker?

My aquarium now has a shark, a crab, and an octopus, and it keeps me mesmerized for quite awhile. They don’t interact much, which is a pity considering their different methods of killing, but I can only hope for a future application upgrade. One that allows different fish species to fight to the death! I’d totally download that application.

If I’m busy writing a note, commenting on pictures, or filling my aquarium with deadly creatures, I have to hold off the poking until I’ve completed my task. Then, I poke. Basically, if I’m logged into Facebook then I poke everyone back. And throw in a few more pokes to prevent any hard feelings.

Am I spending too much time thinking about this when I could be doing other things, like reorganizing the front closet? Or uploading pictures to Flickr? Maybe reading a book, or learning about opera?

Considering how long it takes to upload to Flickr…

And I’m not interested in opera. There, I said it. Feels good, very freeing.

What’s next on your Facebook agenda?

I‘m saving up for another octopus. Probably on Friday I can get another one, then I can sit and wait for them to interact. They’ll either fight to the death or mate. I’m leaning towards to the fight! With any luck the shark will get involved. It’ll be pure bloodshed.

Good luck with that.

I only have 7 friends on Facebook. Other people have hundreds. Why?

1) I only know 7 people. And they are all women!?

Okay, I know more than 7 people. But my social attention span has always been very poor. This is probably why the majority of my Facebook friends start their messages with “Oh my gosh, it’s been so long! Where have you been!” I’m also bad at sending postcards, my birthday cards and gifts are always days, weeks, months late (sorry, Jane!), and I forget to return phone calls (sorry, Mom!).  So, if I have only 7 people on Facebook, it’s all my fault.

2) They are all women. 

Hmmm. I have an insensitive streak that strikes terror into the hearts of men?  I am so sickeningly monogamous I am incapable of speaking to men? How about: I work with lots of women, so I  hang out with the girls and tend to forget there is another gender available for conversation? Yeah, lame.

Who knows. The girls are all right!

3)  Oh, let’s be generous…

I’m new on Facebook, I haven’t spent a lot of time gathering new friends because I am busy re-uniting with the lost ones, and quality does trump quantity in my humble opinion.

Whatever gets me through the night, right?

I’ve lost track of the amount of time I’ve spent flipping through Facebook. It’s part hanging out with friends, part old high school yearbook browsing, and part peeking at other peoples pictures. Oh, how I love looking at pictures. Honestly, if there is a bunch of photos of pets, parties, weddings, kids, old class portraits I’ll look. It’s getting a bit much.

But then how would I use my constructive time? Instead of poking, food fighting, petting (fluff)friends, tagging school photos, commenting on my groups, uploading pictures, sharing Youtube silliness, I’d have to work.