Facebook get more use as off-line gossip software – something that doesn’t documented often. The location was a weekend lunch with Mrs C’s girlfriends and their spousal units – it went on way past dinner. Crawled home before midnight. Not that is was dull. Staggeringly amusing and the gossip was jaw dropping. I never realised that such few people could know so many. Even by Sri Lankan standards.
It started when after the dishes were cleared, someone hauled forth a wifi laptop and started showing off a friend’s facebook page. There was an extended goss session about this friend’s fashions and lifestyle. Which then expanded to cover this friend’s friends and relatives – links on face book pages helped in the flow. Each facebook page led to shower of new increasingly hilarious anecdotes. And off course they all knew the people being dissected. The nutty fashions, the affairs, the odd quirky habits, school yard weirdness, the slimness/fatness of sorted people. I must admit there were pictures on those sites that prompted me to ask “were they thinking”?. Clear not, If I had recorded the dialogues I’d have enough material for several “Running in the Family” type novels.
Other spousal units lay sprawled oblivious on assorted couches. Their slumber assisted by Scottish apple juice. I on the other hand already know the value of staying sober at such “get to gathers”.
As much as I enjoyed the free entertainment, it confirmed in my deep rooted aversion of Facebook and its demonic spawn. You never know how your embarrassing details are being dissected in a sitting room on the other side of the planet. I now know far more than I care to know about other people. Perhaps you are one of them. Chances are we will be meeting during at least one of this seasons wedding. But fear not – I don’t have the memory to keep up with the names, faces and scandals. Until on the way home, spousal unit says – “that person you were talking to by the buffet table…”