The Darker Side of Kate

Lately, every time I get on Facebook one of my "close friends" has tagged me to write, (or drink the massive Facebook kool-aide) and write 25 random things about myself. I have to admit, even after 10 or so people have encouraged me to participate, or divulge some embarrassing details about myself, I have stayed strong and not revealed anything. However, even though I haven't participated in this random exercise, I have to say I'm a huge fan. I feel like I'm the person who suggested jumping into ice cold water, and then when I screamed "go," I actually stood still and got to watch my friend scream out in despair as she came up out of the arctic water. (I know, it's a little sinister, but who hasn't been that person? Who hasn't laughed out loud as your friend looked like the idiot? Come on, you know you've been there.) That's how this Random 25 Things is to me. These people tag you thinking you'll jump into the cold water, or share in their not so interesting idiosyncrasy vomit. And then, what really happens is I accept their tag, scream "go," and then chuckle, as I eat my cereal, at what these people decide to reveal and the no response I give in return. It's one of my favorite things.

Of course, I will probably break down and write the forsaken 25 Random Things about myself. I mean, I love lists. It's almost not fair for me trying to be so stoic in the face of something I love so much. So, to all of you, who I'm friends with on Facebook, go ahead write those lists, reveal your darkest secrets, and maybe I'll play too.

* As a side note: I read an article in the New York Times that said over 5 million people have participated in the 25 Random Things. Figure it takes about 20 minutes to write these lists. Multiply that by 5 million and that's a lot of wasted time at work. Oh, Facebook.