Facebook, dost thou judge me?

As my previous post/blog states, I have stayed away from online communities for quite some time now. However, due to some probing from a few friends, I have decided to give Facebook another try, but this time on my own terms. This means that I will not feel guilted into adding family, a friend of a close friend, etc. If my aunt wants to call my Grandma and tell her how disrespectful I am for not adding her, she can go right ahead!! I'm not exaggerating, mind you, nosy Armenian women would like nothing better than to shame me for my lack of kebob skills, a.k.a non-Armenian choices, and truthfully, I'd like nothing better than to provide them with premeditated absurdities to feed off of.

While it may seem as though I became an ex-Facebook hussy strictly due to familial preposterousness, I actually left the seductive community because my curiosities disabled me from reaching my full potential as a good human being. Countless hours would be spent stalking and posting rather than doing something productive. With that said, I did something bad today, and if it happens again I will have to say goodbye to Facebook forever this time...

Two Halloweens ago I met a boy (well, actually, a man considerably older than I, though not by too much...whatever that means) who asked me out on a date. I guess we can refer to him as his costume character, the "Chick Magnet." Naturally, I declined because I am in a long-term relationship. So, anywho, two years later, I decided to do a little "harmless" FB search, just to see what he's up to. Afterall, we were sort of friends for a little while, though this does not justify my "sely" actions. His profile is on a semi-private mode, but does reveal that he is now married, and his profile picture is that of a newborn infant, I'm assuming his. Simply put, this freaked me the f--- out. He knew this person during the months that we were friends, therefore, hypothetically speaking, had I abandoned my relationship and accepted a date I would have either been briefly used for momentary fun or ended up being Mrs. Chick Magnet. As my S.W. (Sister Witch) pointed out, there is no in-between in this situation, I would have definitely been one or the other. My point, though I guess I don't really have a singular one, is that all of these non-experienced emotions permeated my mind because of a stupid FB search. Not only that, I began to question myself, and my choices...why did I search this person? I had no intention of adding him, I don't even really know or care about him, so why did I do it? Am I bad person? Is FB a metaphorical Garden of Eden of which I am about to get kicked out of due to curiosity's temptation? I mean, this scenario caused me to think of myself as potentially used and/or wedded, although neither of these two things occurred! Mayhaps I am simply being punished for my sely ways...