I'm going to tell you this bizarre story. It's completely true. I changed the names of the people, places, and events...at least for a few paragraphs.
I went to this party a few years ago. I knew some friends who were going to be there, and of course family. I was bored and thought, sure why not? It could be fun. When I got there, I saw a few people from work, but did that thing where I pretended not to notice them and hoped they wouldn't notice me either. It was a little awkward but, had we been forced to make small talk outside of "TPS reports", it could have been more-so.
It was a pretty good party for the most part. I had a good time catching up with everyone and enjoyed the snacks. Nothing too crazy went on -- lots of people showing pictures of their kids and everything they did last weekend. Most were telling me about their day and others playing some sort of party game. (I wasn't sure what game they were playing, nor did I care to ask. I'm not against games, just wasn't up for it.)
At one point, late in the evening, I decided to hit the restroom. I wasn't really familiar with the place, so I accidentally opened the door to the coat room and found all these people going through everyone's purses and coat pockets. I was shocked!
I didn't say anything, and no one noticed me as I backed out of the doorway.
Even more creepy is when I tried to leave the party I couldn't find the front door. I found this porch area where I thought the front door was supposed to be, but the porch was screened in and had no exterior door. It was insanely weird! I mean, where was the front door, anyway? Am I going nuts? I'm certainly not drunk.
I asked around if anyone else knew how to get out and this really sarcastic know-it-all told me how "you're not reallllly supposed to leave" until the snoopers in the coat room have finished with making copies of your belongings.
I was told I needed to ask permission to leave and I would have to wait on the porch-with-no-exit for 14 days before I could. If I even touch the doorknob that leads back inside the party, I'll have to wait another 14 days if I want to leave again!
It was more than ridiculous, abnormal, and gave off the vibe of being on a used-car lot with the salesman, a bowling shoe repair guy, and your co-workers kid with some crap he's selling for school and they KNOW you have a shitload of cash. More importantly, they know once you leave, it's over for them.
The party was Facebook. I have 13 days to go before I'm allowed to leave. Don't kid yourself that they aren't up to no good with all your information and connections.
Sure, setting your account to "private" will provide you with that warm, snuggly false-sense-of-security feeling that you're protected from the heavy-breather on the other end of the phone line. But, what if the caller is already inside the house?
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