Am I a Facebook Girl?

I'm getting nervous I'm turning into a Facebook girl. But I can't help it, this has just been such a great Fb week that I have been checking my status like every five minutes because I get jollies off of "likes" and "comments." I'm embarrassed to say I have even checked Jade's quite a bit this week, er... and my mom's... I checked Jordan's once but the poor guy hadn't had a post since December :(... But really, it's kind of sick, and also very addicting. I am starting to see how the illness sets in. Am I really that big of an attention whore that I post updates in order to get a few easy likes just so I can have that Facebook high. That little high that comes through on my phone saying I have a notification. Well that must mean someone likes me! Or likes my status, anyway. It's such a superficial high, and it never lasts long. And it usually just leaves me wanting more notifications. I feel so dirty after it's all done. I'm afraid I'm getting to the point where I will post anything just to get a comment or two. On the way to work today I almost posted a "Dear Friday, please get here," status. Luckily, I caught myself before I dare post such a Fb cliche. What's next? Am I going to start posting pics of Knox just for pure Facebook satisfaction? Am I going to be that aunt? "Missing my nephew- sad face sad face sad face!" Let's be real, I've met the kid for two hours. "Can't wait to see my favorite little guy in one day!" Like! Like! Like! "Knox just shit his diaper and it was adorable!" I am just starting to feel so out of control. The other day while I was waiting to go into a school... I'm almost took a self photo. On my phone. In my car!!! It was just a joke I told myself. But still. I think my obsession with creeping on FB girls is turning me into one. Although, Chris has told me many times I've always been a Fb girl and was just always in denial. Well if I'm a FB girl, my mom is for sure a Fb grandma. Sorry mom, I told you I would call you out at some point. I'm still not sure if she will remember January 24th as the day she became a grandma or the day she had 56 posts commenting on her pics. I'm kidding, I'm kidding. It will obviously be remembered for Facebook. We've got the rest of our lives to have birthdays for Knox. Who knows how long Facebook will be around. But what 2011 Grandma wouldn't love Facebook for bragging about their grandbaby pics? It's only natural. Relatives in Arizona saw the baby within minutes of it's birth. My crazy aunt who has never allowed anyone to see her children yet (I think they're five and six now?) was able to see Knox before he even opened his eyes. What's better than this kind of family connection?

Still, I thought very hard about possibly getting off FB for a bit just to kind of cleanse myself... But then I realized that wouldn't solve anything. Maybe Facebook is a good outlet for all of us to let our attention whorish side let loose, and so then in real life we can be a little more restricted. And if I'm a Fb skank then so are you. Why else do we post the most useless info that five years ago we would never have even told our dog, if not for that tiny possibility that someone out there is going to "like" it.(Someone besides Scott Wandzilak as he has over used his liking privileges.) It is what it is.

But just to clarify- a Facebook Girl isn't a Facebook Girl until that self taken- arm extended, pouty lip, booby pic appears on her page.