I tried to start an account one day. I entered my e-mail and a password, but I couldn’t figure out what to do next. I sat there staring at my computer and finally decided I was a loser and would never be a friend on Facebook.
Time went by, more e-mails from more people adding me as their friend. I began to worry that these people might think I was a snob and that I was rejecting their friendship, which was definitely not my intention. Hey, I need all the friends I can get! So, I sat back down at the computer and logged in to my Facebook account.
“Error! Your account has been disabled! You have violated the terms and conditions of Facebook.” Like a scolded child I sat there in shock. What did I do? I had never even used Facebook!
Irritated and angry, I fired off an e-mail to the “Facebook Team” and demanded an explanation. The next day I received a snippy response stating that using foul language and harassing people is against the terms and conditions of Facebook, and I was guilty of something along those lines.
Are you kidding me? I barely say the word “crap.” Harassment? I wouldn’t even know how to harass someone.
The e-mail further instructed me to familiarize myself with Facebook’s terms and conditions and they would get back to me with the details of my unacceptable behavior. I felt like I had just been sent to the principal’s office. I started informing my friends about this injustice and assured them that I would love to be their Facebook friend but had been banned and labeled an outcast.
Then I received an e-mail from the “Facebook Team.” They informed me that a hacker had accessed my account and was sending out requests for money to all my friends. The request alluded to the fact that my daughter’s friend, Natasha (my daughter has no friends named Natasha), was stranded in the UK. Apparently, I was asking some of my Facebook friends to send $600 to a bogus address.
How embarrassing! None of my friends had ever mentioned this ridiculous request to me. What could they be thinking? Times are tough, but I wouldn’t sink that low.
Thankfully, Facebook sent me a new password, stressing the importance of keeping it private. I immediately logged on to my account. There I saw many old comments from my friends. Funny jokes, great photos from months prior, it was like opening a time capsule!
Then I saw it. A friend of mine asked me if I had sent her this “letter” by mistake. It was the infamous “Natasha” letter. Blast those hackers!
Well I am happy to tell you that I am now on Facebook. I figured out how to write on everyone’s “wall” and post my daily thoughts, and I was able to explain what had happened to my account. I even figured out how to post a photo of myself.
It really is quite addicting. I can see how you might forget to pick up your kids from school, cook dinner and maybe even forget to shower, but I am told the novelty wears off in time. For now, I am having fun.
Note to all my friends and family: I would never, ever ask you for money – but hey, you can always buy me a beer.