I joined facebook in the fall of 2008, and since then, I have become more attached to it as time goes on. I was one of the holdouts because I knew I’d be an addict. I finally caved when I heard the words, “Are you on facebook?” more than once in the same day. Before that, I merely looked at my sister’s myspace page every once in awhile to see what I was missing. I never signed up on myspace because I was trying to bypass what has now happened to me with facebook.
The first wall posting I received when I joined facebook was from my sister’s husband: “Lurker sellout.” He was wrong on one count: No one could ever accuse me of being a “lurker.”
You know the type. Lurkers are online all the time in the chat menu, but they never utter a peep. They read, observe, and lurk. They are so quiet that you sometimes forget they’re there. Every once in awhile, they make a comment, and you feel like you should throw a damn parade in their honor.