I realized that all the funny little things that the kids say are the things I used to blog about. That is, until Facebook came along. I had vowed never to join the ranks. I revolted as long as I could, swearing off all forms of non-blogging communication. I shunned Facebook, and I despise the "tweet". But I have succumbed to the taunting of the crowds. Yes, they sucked me in with their pretty lights and shiny objects. Now instead of a blog entry, all the cute, funny, things the kids say have ended up on my Facebook page, leaving my poor little blog neglected.
I feel bad for my blog really. Sometimes I can hear it, faintly in the night, softly calling out my name. And as I scroll down the list of favorites on my computer screen, there it is, staring at me, as I navigate my way to my bookmarked Facebook page. It stares with a dejected little face, trying desperately to gain my affections again. "Don't you love me anymore?" it asks. "Did I do something wrong?" it sadly whispers. I feel guilty really, ashamed of my behavior. My blog has been such a good friend to me, and here I am, hurting it so badly. I didn't try to, it just happened. It was the excitement of something new that led me astray.
My friendship with Facebook started as just that, we were just friends, acquaintances really. Then our bond strengthened, and our time together was more and more. Soon my blog was asking, "Are you going to be long?" I began making excuses to my little blog. "Oh, it's just this one little comment," and, "I promise I'll only post this tiny little thread." And as our love affair grew, so did my lies. "I swear your the only one, I'm just playing a virtual game. It means nothing to me, really." Soon, I was spending all night with Facebook, too tired to blog anymore, and in the early light of day, I would hear my blog say, "I waited for you. You never came."
I suppose it's guilt that's brought me back. Maybe it's knowing how loyal my blog has been, just sitting there, waiting for me to return. And as I write, I can hear it whisper, "thank you," and I smile, knowing that my blog can offer me things that Facebook can't. I suppose Facebook and I will still be friends, but the pretty lights and shiny objects have faded some. Oh sure, every once in a while it will try to entice me again with a new game or a new friend, and sometimes I am swayed. But I will try to remember who stood by me, loyally waiting for me to realize the error of my ways. Oh faithful little blog, how I've missed you.
