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May 20, 2012

Negative comments about Mark Zuckerberg's wedding are as empty as some of your Facebook "friendships."

It’s been a few months since I’ve written on this blog, but it wasn’t because of laziness. It’s been anything but that as I’ve been on a tenacious tear with other projects and writing assignments. However, I felt it a good time to get back to my own personal blog in order to talk about Facebook founder, Mark Zuckerberg’s marriage to the recently ordained as a physician to children, Priscilla Chan. Afterall, isn’t Facebook a personal blog of sorts, granted more in short form regarding words, and massively inhabited by commentary from friends, old and new.

And, it is with those “friends” that the point of this blog post lays relative to the somewhat negative statements strewn about the comments section of the source of my finding out the matrimonial news –TechCrunch. The gist of them are below:

- They don’t look happy in their wedding photo (see above)
- Priscilla Chan is a gold digger
- I give them two years max
- I hate the new Facebook Timeline

While the first three are utterly speculative, I do agree with that last point, but that’s to be panned for another time. In all seriousness, who the hell do these people that are basically defecating on an important milestone in two people’s lives think they are? Who? Oh right… participants in the internet – human beings allowed to use this digital and virtual space to  fill it with crap (sort of like this blog, actually). They can have doubts and claim to be powerful psionics all they want, but in the end, both Zuckerberg and Chan don’t  know these people… and vice versa. Sort of like you and most of your Facebook friends.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m fairly active in Facebook and would likely take a bullet for all of my “friends” on there (due to my basic chivalrous nature), but there aren’t many that I would actually suffer through anything torturous for. Say, something like waterboarding or an hour-long heinous display of spasms dressed as a children’s dance recital. Luckily, I haven’t had to endure either one, but you get the idea. There aren’t too many Facebook “friends” that I deal with daily on that platform, let alone in actual real life; you know, that thing where you actually meet face-to-face and recognize a person’s every physical shortcoming and deficiency in hygiene?

So, the comments of unhappiness, shadiness, and pessimism are, to some degree, empty. And all of one’s Facebook relationships are, to some degree, empty as well. However, thinking about it more, that’s a bit misjudged by me. So, for that latter part, let’s say that it’s not as fulfilling rather than empty. That’s more fair and honest. Either way, both the comments and Facebook friendships lack completeness. On Facebook, for the most part, we only allow “friends” to see a certain part of ourselves – the good, smart, and witty components of our being. Facebook “friends” don’t know everything, much like these TechCrunch commentators. However, I’d like to thank their internet idiocy for inspiring this blog post… at least they were good for something.