I hate Friendster. Well, at least I hate it when I get sucked into spending hours looking through my ‘friends’ list. First of all, half of those people I would hardly even call friends. I knew them, or knew of them, at some point in my life, but they’re not exactly people whose lives bear any interest to me right now. Or at least they shouldn’t. I mean, seriously, if I can hardly remember your name and have to look up your picture and your friends in order to know who you are, you’re not really a friend, hardly even an aquaintance. But being the idiot that I am, I accept requests from these people anyway. Because even though they’re not technically my friends, I still don’t want them to think badly of me. I’m such a sucker.

That’s not what stinks the most though. It’s all those smiling, happy faces, whose lives always just seem to be so much better than mine. I always end up analyzing my life and thinking about where I had gone wrong.

I’m such a loser. And I sound selfish and conceited. Want to add me now?
My email’s cdideles[AT]yahoo[DOT]com

It’s this mentality that makes me so interested in reality TV shows too. Yeah, yeah, I know that reality is the creation of producers and directors. After all, why would there be directors and editors if it was actually reality? Whatever. I think it’s funny. It’s like a tightly controlled improv-experiment. Ha. And I wanted to be in Survivor. Ick. Of course, that’s only until I found out they can’t shower or use a bathroom.

Seriously though, reality shows are pretty interesting. It’s like Discovery Channel on human nature, though slightly warped to fit the mold of a producer’s vision.

I mean, have you seen the first show of Outback Jack? Man, that was hilarious. I like the Amazing Race too. It’s like Lonely planet in a contest setting without the planning and the production!

Anyway, whatever.

No matter how I scoff and claim disgust at shows like The Swan, at the end of the day, I’ll still sit down and watch them. And, while I browse through my friends list sitting on my deflated ego, I appreciate the fact that I now know that Marga’s in med school, Karen works for M——–, Wows got a new haircut, etc.

So, where did I go wrong again?