A note on Facebook

Was I alway a narcissist? Or did facebook turn me into one? Was it a trait that lay dormant (or… mostly dormant) only to be invoked by the almighty god of social media?

Let’s keep it real: under the guise of sharing, Facebook is a shameless exertion of identity on the world. And why not? We all want to be known, remembered, acknowledged.

More interestingly; is this bad and do I care?

Maybe, and not really.

Peace out.