The Great Facebook Experiment

Let's face it, blogging was always going to appeal to me. Here I am, a 21 year old male with a shitload of opinions secretly building up inside of me that I would only feel comfortable expressing in an environment where I can't get punched in the face. So when someone (the use of the word "someone" in this case is a little more revealing than it may appear...it's an "in" reference) decided to tell me I should write a blog I did my best to play it cool and hide the fact that I was extremely excited by the thought. "yeah...maybe" is probably something like what I said at the time whilst I was secretly compiling a list of TV shows I thought should burn like a bag of dogshit on an old man's doormat. Anyway so I guess what I'm saying is that when the opportunity for blogging presented itself I felt I adapted to it rather well, with enthusiasm and fresh ideas. When my girlfriend set up a Facebook for me on the sly however, I was fairly conflicted on the matter. Aside from the fact I have little time as it is to do things I actually give a shit about (gaming, blogging, drowning my sorrows) Facebook really seemed like something I would dislike. I didn't get it. Essentially it appeared to me to be the same as a blog, except with a zillion apps to distract from the fact that nobody had anything interesting to say to one another. So when I finally took the wheel of my own Facebook I just stared at it a while, tagged myself in a few photos, sent a few friend requests and logged the fuck out. Is this what I was supposed to be doing? I was honestly confused. Is this how you use Facebook? I still don't really know what I'm doing but I guess I'm starting to get over my initial reservations now. I realised I could probably use my Facebook to advertise new posts on my blog (fucking sad). Plus Sam Thornton is on Facebook, that's a good enough reason for me to keep it.