Signs of the Apocalypse 6: My Mom is On Facebook

I really don't know what to say. How do I feel? Betrayed? Like I walked onto a stage and forgot to wear pants? Like a dog wearing pants just walked by on its hind legs and tipped a porkpie hat in my direction?

I really don't know how to react. All I know is that my Mom is on Facebook, and she never told me. And apparently my brother knew, too. What is my Mom doing on Facebook? She hates computers!

It's moments like this that are so awkward - when technology is finally adopted by the growing baby boomers. I'll never forget when my Mom sent me her very first text message. Again, it felt strange (especially considering how she wrote "OMFG! Go Home Sweetie!" when I told her I was working late.)

And this also begs the question of, should I be Facebook-insulted? My mom never added me as a friend! Never bothered to mention she was sneaking on to the turf of my technological generation. She's leaving comments and messages on her friends' walls, but she never thought to post on my wall!?

There was a moment of comfort, however in a text exchange with my brother Jared:

ME: Mom's on facebook!?!?!?

JARED: Haha yip

ME: How long has she been on? How long have you known!?

JARED: Couple weeks. But she doesn't know how to check anything or sign in.

So there you have it. Mom still doesn't really know what she's doing, and all is right with the world. It's like how she sends full paragraphs in instant messages. She's so cute that way.