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I Should Probably Just Get Over It

I am a Facebook addict. I admit it. But this post is not about that.

This post is about something I find strangely weird and uncomfortable about Facebook. That is, having my immediate family on my friends list. Not so much my brothers and sisters, most of the time we’re more like friends anyway. It’s my parents. For some reason having my mom and dad as my Facebook friends is just strange.

The thing is, I can’t place my finger on why it’s so odd to me. I mean, I have many friends on Facebook. Some are even my parents’ age. Doesn’t bother me. It’s also not that I think they’re going to discover something about me that they don’t already know. We’re a close family. Plus, I’m pretty much a what-you-see-is-what-you-get kind of a girl.

So far I haven’t had to deal with it much. Until recently only my mom had a Facebook account. She basically never gets on because she’s a teeny bit busy raising her six kids. Oh, and the nursing degree she’s in her senior year of getting. Have I mentioned my mom kicks ass? My mom is probably the coolest woman alive but there’s still that tiny part of me that cringed ever so slightly when she created her account.

Then there’s my dad. I had no idea he’d even heard of Facebook. My dad has many talents and interests but social networking was never one of them. Then a friend invite popped up on my homepage.

facebook_silhouette Jim Staub

There’s no picture. Just a name. Very little information on the account. But I’m pretty sure it’s my dad. Or at least someone pretending to be my dad. But I would guess an impostor would ad more than the bare minimum to their profile page. Still, I can’t be 100% positive. It just seems so out of place for my dad, of all people, to join Facebook. Of course I accept. Because I’m a good daughter, and even more so because I do love my dad. But it’s still just a little strange.

My dad has one status update: “Jim Staub is trying to understand facebook :/” At least he has the “status grammar” correct, which is more than I can say of a lot of Facebook users. Where the heck did he learn to make that emoticon? It’s still surreal so the other day, when my family was hanging around, I remembered to ask him about it.

“Oh hey Dad, is that really you on Facebook?”

He jerked his head over his shoulder and exclaimed “Where?!”

Joel, my siblings and I laughed until our stomachs hurt and tears were running down our faces.

I guess my parents being on Facebook isn’t going to affect my life that much after all.

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2 Comments

  1. I totally understand what you are talking about. I felt the exact same way. I finally figured out why I felt that way tho! I felt like a teenager whose parents were reading her diary. Not that I put way too much info on my profile but even them reading all the things my friends wrote on my wall felt weird. I get what you’re saying!

  2. I know exactly what you mean.

    My parents aren’t on FB but my sisters are. They are much older than me and more like surrogate mums so it feels REALLY weird knowing that they can see exactly what I’m doing in life!

    I might just block them! lol

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