Tuesday, July 7, 2009
What would you do for a peek? We’ve become a nation of peekers. We want to know what everyone else is doing. Photographers who peek get their photos on the cover of The Enquirer. “Peeping Toms” who peek and get caught are arrested. Students who peek and get caught get an F.
But, I’m peeker, too. I’m a Facebook peeker and it’s addictive. I don’t watch reality shows on TV, but Facebook is like the Ultimate Reality Show. These are people I know, or friends of a friend, or maybe I don’t know them at all. It’s like middle school all over again – who has the most friends or who has the most posts on their wall. For those of us who don’t have a huge friends list there are always photo albums. We just know everyone’s dying to see Uncle John blowing out candles at his 79th birthday party. Or Junior crying because he’s tired and doesn’t want his picture taken AGAIN! And what is with everybody sticking our their tongues? It’s just not funny anymore. Yet, I keep taking a “peek” thinking I’ll miss something important. Meanwhile, my dishes are dirty and I haven’t made those phone calls yet and where did the time go? It’s 5:30 and I have nothing to cook for supper!!