Facebook

I am blogging to preserve my willpower and sanity. Tonight I logged on to Facebook and surfed a while, and then I thought of Guyman. I felt the need to watch over him itch at the back of my mind.

Was he safe?!

Was he happy?!

Was he sane?!

The urge grew and grew. I then remembered that for a school project I had created several fake Facebook profiles. "Aha!" I thought, "I won't be able to see everything, but I can see if he is ok."

An icky feeling rose inside of me, but for a moment I ignored it, looking for the journal in which I had created the fake page account passwords. The icky feeling grew and grew as my search quickly became futile. I realized I didn't really want to know what Guyman was up to. Not like that. I realized it was wrong, so I pulled up my blog and distracted myself. And now I no longer care.

Because we all know that people post whether they are sane or not on their Facebook pages.