Friendster Stalking
I am himantayon.
I’m nosy and pakialamera.
In short, I am a Friendstalker.
I get a sick fascination from finding out what’s happening in other people’s lives. I spy on some people more often than others, depending on interest level.
I’m not ashamed of it.
I take a peek at almost every person in my friends list once a month, just to keep tabs on everybody. I’m usually pretty up-to-date with everybody who keeps their profiles up-to-date. I read every single survey bulletin with morbid curiosity. I now and then sneak a look at the dramas plastered across blog pages, eyes poring over the anguished words about betrayal and despair.
It’s not merely fascination of the people themselves that keeps me in the habit. It’s the wonder I feel at life itself, how time changes paths, how it shapes people.
I see an old classmate who used to be overweight and is now a sex kitten. I see the "guy who’d never amount to anything" now busy in medical school. I see the heartbroken girl who can’t seem to learn her lesson in men, as well as the jaded woman who loved and lost. I see the blissfully married couples, the strength in the single mothers, the sparkle in the eyes of those who have left the country. I see old friendships kept going, new friendships formed. I see families broken and children born. Family trips, beach outings, beautiful party dresses, goofy faces made with best friends.
I knew all these people at some point in my life. And so many things have changed, so many things have stayed the same.
That’s what it’s all about, right?
Life.
