When my mom joined Facebook, it didn’t really faze me. I’m well past my partying days, and there’s really not a lot I wouldn’t tell my mom. She’s awesome.

All the in-laws and extended pseudo-relatives I can accept with the knowledge that my “crazy liberal” social activism probably boils their blood as much as their inane quoting of FOX News makes me cross-eyed.

My boss is on Facebook and we have a clear, direct, verbally confirmed agreement that we are not going to be “friends” as long as I work for her.

But as time passes, some of my FB connections are straight-up awkward. See… in my haste to feel connected in the Facebook frenzy (friendzy? eh? eh?) that was 2008, I friended everyone I recognized.

It’s one thing to see constant prayer requests for the sick baby of the sister-in-law of some girl I only vaguely remember from high school.

It’s quite another to know personal things about people who I see regularly - and ONLY at work. I feel like a stalker. I know about their crazy party weekends, what they ate for dinner last night, how much time they spend in Farmville, and their philosophies on dating. I run into them in kitchen, or the hallway, and find myself thinking “So, you wore a purple polka-dotted bra today…” but simply say a polite “Hello, how are you?”

And then, because I am a paranoid narcissist, I recently realized they know all of these weird things about me, too. And every time I think of posting something on FB, I’m not thinking about offending cousin Martha or making my brother laugh.  I’m wondering if it’s work appropriate.  Social Network FAIL.  New security settings, here I come…