Facebooked

I find myself being poked into submission, backed up against the wall, scribbles and all. Against the very fabric of my being, I am forced to operate my Facebook account.
God knows, I have poked more people than is good for me and my scribbling I do here. Yet, it’s a strange demograph that is forcing me to Facebook. A bunch of close friends who are all over the age of 40. These guys are clearly not of the online age and should be anti-online-socialising, like me. Yet, they seem inexplicably drawn to the concept. Dragging me with them.