I am a terrible Facebooker. Or bookee . . . bookist?
As I said.
Today I discovered how to get to a hidden place for messages sent via Facebook, and began answering all twenty-six of them. Twenty-six.
“I read your post today,” a new blog reader of mine wrote. “Love, love, love!” she said.
“Oh, thanks,” I replied. “Hope you keep reading!”
She at least kept writing. I heard back from her a few minutes later when she pointed out how long ago she sent the compliment—two years ago.
Am I the last person on earth to learn about . . . the OTHER box? I hadn’t heard of the OTHER message box Facebook created until last week when I tried to send a private message to a friend that I can’t friend.
“Your message will go to their OTHER box,” Facebook interjected, “because you're not their friend. Unless you pay one dollar,” they added.
What? Is Facebook charging tolls now? I’m not paying a dollar when I can email for free. Especially when Facebook won’t let me be her friend.
My friend emailed and asked me to be her friend, which seems kind of backwards to me since we’ve been friends for a while now. But once I found her on Facebook and tried to friend her, there was no friend button to push on her page. So I emailed her back to ask her where her button is.
“My daughter came over this afternoon and we can’t find your button, either,” she wrote.
I didn’t know I don’t have a button. Now I’m missing both my button and my OTHER box.
Why do I even have an OTHER box? What was wrong with my FIRST box? And where did I lose my button?
I think I figured it out this afternoon, though. They must have put my button in the OTHER box.
That’s just no way to treat friends.