How do I know this?
Because I’ve been slowly sucked into the void that is Facebook. I pulled myself away before I planted anymore weird computer plants or joined more mafias or got bit by vampires or whatever else it is that the creators of this insane website have designed to eat my brain cells. And I do feel them dying, one by one.
I’m scared to leave my profile alone for too very long because I was just gone for one day and have been notified that I have almost 30 ‘notifications’–namely, information regarding mafia/vampire/plant attacks from everyone that I’ve signed up with as a friend. And I don’t have that many friends! I have located a bunch of people from high school and my Barnes and Noble career that I have not approached with the pleading tone of “be my friend!” partly because I’m scared of what will happen.
I have novels to write, people!
But if you listen to this post, I know I’ll check my Facebook profile and be lonely if there’s nothing there.
Can’t win ’em all. Let the brain sucking commence.
Jenny writes dark fiction that her mother hates. Her stories and essays have appeared in Across the Margin, Pantheon, Shimmer, Black Denim Lit, Skive, and others. When she’s not writing her own stuff, she’s reading mysteries for Criminal Element. When she’s not writing fiction or reviews, she’s writing/directing/performing/designing plays at Springs Ensemble Theatre.