Why I Won't Facebook, Part Two

Although the reasons listed yesterday truly are legitimate, here's the real reason I refuse to Facebook, presented in story form:

A long time ago, there was a young girl who craved attention. She would do just about anything to be the center of things: sing, dance, be loud, and especially act like the know-it-all. Unbeknownst to this child, her actions would drive people away, not draw them to her as she hoped. As she got older, these behaviors resulted in fewer and fewer friends, to the point where the girl was left alone much of the time. Others thought she was independent and content to be alone. But they were wrong.
All through her high school years, the girl craved companionship, but her behavior resulted in ridicule from her peers: cruel writing on the bathroom wall, mean jokes, even a fist fight one day after school. Needless to say, her opinion of others became more and more cynical as the weeks dragged on.
When it came time for the girl to graduate from high school, she couldn't have been more ready to move on to college. And there, she found more accepting people, more understanding people, and an atmosphere where she could grow up and mature.
The girl married, had a few children, moved around the countryside a little. Ten years quickly passed from the time she'd left her hometown, never really looking back, not really keeping contact with anyone or anything. But ten years from high school graduation comes the ten-year reunion. The girl stewed about whether or not to attend. Convinced by her husband, they decided to give it a try. How bad could it be?
It was painful: Ignored. Just like high school. And who would want to relive that?
She vowed never again. But then, ten years later, she was lured back, enticed by the possibility of acceptance and redemption. And it was better. She found peace.
But she realized that, even though many people still live in the past--basking in high school glory--she had moved on. On to a fantastic present, where she is loved, accepted, and has the world's greatest friends. Why would she want to reconnect with that painful past? Why would she want to feel that rejection where people ignore your requests to "be their friend"? Hasn't adult life moved past this?

Few of my family members use Facebook. So that's not a draw. I'm sure my entire high school class is connected on there, somewhere. So? My kids don't use it, so I don't need to monitor that.

The main reason I don't use Facebook? I'm happy with who and where and what I am. And I'm not willing to risk mental anguish and rejection again.

Satisfied?
Think you can convince me otherwise?
Give it a try. Drop me a comment and attempt the conversion.