Happy 10th Birthday Facebook! What is your Facebook age?
I ask the question since most of us were not early adopters. I first heard about The Facebook in 2006. At the time, I was coping in a new city with two babies under the age of 2 and I had only recently discovered parenting bulletin boards. I was way too busy and disoriented to even consider investing time in a new computer thing.
That was the only way I knew how to term Facebook. “Social media platform” was not yet part of the lexicon. Bulletin boards and forums populated my mommyhood vernacular. I remember hearing about it on one of those bulletin boards, but I couldn’t see how such a thing would ever be relevant.
Turns out, a year later, I did join The Facebook. I took a little time to investigate it’s potential. I reached out to people from high school, digging into the cobwebs of my almost-40-year-old mind to remember last names. I re-connected with quite a few friends from the past, and I began to realize that not even computer technology and the passage of time could make the assholes less ass-holy.
Soon after I started my first business, Facebook was already a huge part of my life. I posted a status update 3 or 4 times a day. Facebook gave me a forum to freely express myself using a medium that always felt comfortable to me: writing. I shared my life through the safety of my keyboard. I learned new applications for ordinary words: timeline, poke, like, friend and I didn’t always use them wisely. Still, Facebook made the world more accessible, something I really needed as we moved across this country 4 times in 7 years.
I needed the connection and the conversation. I needed the outlet to express my frustrations and to share my victories. I needed a place to complain and yes, I sometimes needed a place to brag (not-so-cleverly veiled “blessings”).
So my true Facebook age is only 7, but I have grown so much more than I thought possible in 7 years.
Thank you Zuckerberg. You done good, kid.