Dinner for one

Home alone, candles lit, Van Morrison playing, minestrone soup and toasted turkish bread with camembert cheese and a glass of read wine while listening to the peaceful rain outside my window... such a perfect monday night..

Sounds like a perfect Facebook status doesn't it ? Don't we all love to hate all those wanna be happy Facebook people..no offence, I'm sure in that very moment, or actually probably 60 minutes ago, seeing as they are hopefully not updating Facebook while having that perfect dinner with that perfect company...(if so, that's just sad..) they were indeed very happy, or at least thinking  "this is one of those moments one regards as perfect, I should probably share this". Where as after posting one has to spend the rest of the night desperately checking Facebook to see how many has liked the status.. no perfect status has been achieved unless at least 10 people like it and 3 people comment...and 5 people like the comments.

I'm all for Facebook, it's good for creeping on people, getting all the latest without gossiping (well, not until you meet for coffee and talk about the latest Facebook news) , looking up the latest artist, getting the latest trend and the latest news (everyone knows that shit hits Facebook before it hits the news). What's funny is as a lot of the time you find yourself browsing through photos of people you A. Haven't seen for 10 years, B. will probably not see for at least another 10 years, if ever.., C. never really liked in the first place..
Yet we can't find time to call home..

And Facebook is misleading..it's full of babies, weddings, birthdays, hens nights, babies, parties, anniversaries, babies, holidays, babies..
But then again there is no better way to get sympathy (genuine or fake, who cares) than posting "feeling blue, in bed with the flue..." You'd be amazed by how many will hit the 'like' button on that..no comment, no private message, no sms..just 'like'..how is someone feeling sick something to 'like' ?
Oh and birthdays, how good does it make you feel checking Facebook on your birthday and every time there is at least 10 new notifications for wall postings..half of them probably don't even have your phone number, which automatically classifies them as Facebook friends only...harsh but true.

So anyway , I'm sitting here at home, alone until 2 minutes ago (damn), candles still lit, Van Morrison stopped playing, finished my soup, sculled the wine and it's pissing down outside.