OMG! Not another invite. Please, “friends,” I beg of you.
They all start out the same. “Friend X has sent you an invitation.” Because this invite has come by e-mail and not through the Postal Service, it’s immediately clear that it’s not for pending nuptials or a bat mitzvah. It’s for yet another social networking site.
I have gotten at least five invitations in the past week to join the up-and-coming site Naymz. And I must say, I’m now doing my best to avoid sites of its ilk. It’s nothing e-personal. It’s just that my already limited free time is at stake.
I’ve already taken a vow of frugality, curtailing my formerly reckless spending. Now it is time to rein in my e-life.
My leisure time is drowning in a sea of friending, linking, adding and rounding up. It seems like every day, there’s a new online site ready to set you up with password pals. The peer pressure is real.
The fact is, I manage my actual social life far better than my virtual one. I have my own operating hours, for instance, to coordinate time with friends who hang out too late on work nights. I take them to events like receptions that end by 10 p.m.
But with social networking sites, there isn’t a clear beginning, middle or end. You start by snooping on friends’ pages and posting pithy status updates, and next thing you know, you’re losing hours playing Scrabulous, and you’ve slipped into a networking vortex.
I admit it. I have myself to blame. At first, I was strong, fighting hard against MySpace. I told myself I was merely setting up a skeletal page, you know, “just in case.” After all, I’m not signed to a record label. I don’t smell like Teen Spirit. I never got a clock on “Flavor of Love.”
Since then, I’ve been pulled into three social networking sites: LinkedIn, a college alumni site and Facebook.