Now I get what the big deal with Facebook is!
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I used to feel that way back when I was a programmer working the normal
100 hour weeks. Then I quit my job and did something else. But without
the constant security blanket that was work I noticed I was missing
something. I later learned it was called a social life. I talked to
somebody and found out that groups of people were going to parties and
meeting people, possibly even hooking up for sex (and not just looking
at pictures on the internet, it seems). Anyway, I asked why I never got
invited to anything like that. Well apart from my slovenly appearance
of unkept hair, rolls of fat and poor fashion sense (hint: wearing the
same T-shirt every day is no good even if it is a Star Wars one), I
needed to be on Facebook. Despite having a perfectly good email
account, it turns out that you wont get invited to parties unless they
can simply include you on the event list. But even more than that,
people check out your activities to make sure you are cool enough to be
invited to the parties. Basically you have to pretend that you are
doing something amazingly interesting and take pictures of it. It helps
to have other people in the pictures too so that everyone thinks you
have friends (but it's pretty easy to fake it with pictures of
strangers, so don't worry about it). Oh, and don't forget to frequently
update your status saying, "I'm having the best day ever!" so that
people think you're always doing something interesting. Finally, even
with all your friends and amazing activities, you have to appear
uber-organized by having enough time to play stupid farm games and
flooding everyone's screens with updates about your progress. After you
do all this, you will get invited to parties and get laid (well...
maybe -- it turns out that shirt thing is really serious).
Following is a comment /. (Actual link: http://yro.slashdot.org/comments.pl?sid=1646022&cid=32146680)
I used to feel that way back when I was a programmer working the normal
100 hour weeks. Then I quit my job and did something else. But without
the constant security blanket that was work I noticed I was missing
something. I later learned it was called a social life. I talked to
somebody and found out that groups of people were going to parties and
meeting people, possibly even hooking up for sex (and not just looking
at pictures on the internet, it seems). Anyway, I asked why I never got
invited to anything like that. Well apart from my slovenly appearance
of unkept hair, rolls of fat and poor fashion sense (hint: wearing the
same T-shirt every day is no good even if it is a Star Wars one), I
needed to be on Facebook. Despite having a perfectly good email
account, it turns out that you wont get invited to parties unless they
can simply include you on the event list. But even more than that,
people check out your activities to make sure you are cool enough to be
invited to the parties. Basically you have to pretend that you are
doing something amazingly interesting and take pictures of it. It helps
to have other people in the pictures too so that everyone thinks you
have friends (but it's pretty easy to fake it with pictures of
strangers, so don't worry about it). Oh, and don't forget to frequently
update your status saying, "I'm having the best day ever!" so that
people think you're always doing something interesting. Finally, even
with all your friends and amazing activities, you have to appear
uber-organized by having enough time to play stupid farm games and
flooding everyone's screens with updates about your progress. After you
do all this, you will get invited to parties and get laid (well...
maybe -- it turns out that shirt thing is really serious).
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