FormSpringWhat?!

The problem with sites like Facebook, MySpace and twitter is the lack of privacy. The biggest complaint is that it is taking up much of our time, while we could be doing other useful things. The good thing about it is that you get to keep in touch with multiple people. The pros and cons could go on and on. Arguments about Facebook are endless and never change.

Our generation spends most of their time on Facebook, Twitter and MySpace (for whoever still uses it, I know there are some of you somewhere out there) creeping on people’s private lives. Yeah, this is clearly a problem. They take a million pictures, update statuses constantly and join a million groups per day.

We read what people did over the weekend, who they talk to constantly, and keep track of their daily moods and activities. Recently, Facebook has begun to find different ways to get more annoying than it usually is. It started off with the fish tank and the farm and the other nonsense and what-nots and moved on to picture making of your future babies and other weird applications and groups.

The latest page that has taken a toll on Facebook users and the biggest mistake anyone can make: FormSpring.Me. The way to describe what this new site, or page has brought to humanity is “hell breaking loose.”
As if people weren’t creeping through your stuff already, looking at your pictures, reading your comments and following your statuses, you have opened the door so they can know way more about you than they should, or need to.

The way this works is you set up a MySpace-looking page with a little text box at the top. People log on to your page and ask you questions. Here’s the catch! They don’t have to identify themselves.

Let me pause right there for a second, are we, or are we not, in the generation that has little girls being cyber bullied? Did we all of the sudden become so comfortable with the world that we will open ourselves to any question asked about anything from anyone?

Anyways, so people go on and ask questions. Some people know you and make inside jokes, some are just basics: “What’s your favorite color? What size shoe are you?” Etc.

However, when a 12 year old girl is getting asked “Can I do you?” and replies, “IDK can you ;) ?” There is a problem. When college girls are getting asked “Have you ever been in love?” and they reply with a paragraph about their inner feelings and past experiences, there is a problem.

There’s also the part where the girl who isn’t liked gets asked “Do you know that people hate you? Do you know how ugly you are?” and then, those that aren’t even questions: “I feel like you try and hook up with every guy you meet” and the reply? “Be jealous.”

Please excuse me if you have one, but honestly, what the hell are you thinking? I mean, there are funny questions I have seen posted, but shouldn’t there be a limit, and shouldn’t that limit be drawn by us?
Picture what you have done, what we all have done in a way. When you turn on your computer, and log into Facebook, you have moved out of your home, and moved into a glass house.

Then you join the Ville and the Tank and fight the mob wars and what not. Every neighbor around you sees you play these games. When you take pictures of yourselves and your friends, they are watching you at events, in your room, everywhere you chose to show them. They know what music you like, what movies you watch.

Then, you watch TV, go to games, and listen to music, anything and
everything they see they know. Everything you post is public domain, public knowledge now. Your parents see it, your boss sees it, your teachers, your best friend, the creepy molester, the kids in your class, the people you never talked to in high school, your ex, your new boyfriend, your sister’s boyfriend’s cousin, EVERYBODY. Get it?

By joining FormSpring.Me you have now opened up the door to your glass house and said “Ask me anything” (which is also of course the tagline for such webpage). So all the previously mentioned people are entering your home and digging into your private life, thanks to you.

Except, you don’t know if the one asking you if you are a virgin is your mom, or some guy that wants to get with you. You have no idea that the one asking you if you if you would like them to “do you” is a creep who has been stalking you or if it’s your friend joking around.

So, I think I will sit this one out. I do live in a glass house, I guess we all do. But I refuse to willingly open the door and expose myself so far out of my comfort zone. I might even consider moving back to my brick house, where I can get some privacy and peace of mind.

By living in my brick house, people might actually knock before entering my home. There might be some mystery to the person I am. Hmm, I will take this into consideration.

But for the time being, thanks for reading this. And if you clicked the link to get here by reading my facebook status, big ups to you.