i’m checking out
We rarely go out to dinner.
This is mostly my fault actually, because I prefer to lounge around in my pajamas when I’m eating. Comfort is my number one priority, as it should be.
What do you think I did the instant we were seated? Order Crustacean’s famously fabulous greasy garlic noodles? Pretend to care about what Ali and Maya did that day? Tell Maya to stop complaining every five seconds or I was going to smack her upside the head?
Well yes. To all three things. But those three things occurred only after Ali and I addressed the most important thing on the agenda: we “checked-in” to Crustacean on Facebook.
For a moment updating my Facebook status seemed super important. But then, as we discussed who was going to tag who, I felt…oddly pathetic. And of course I subsequently felt the need to analyze my behavior.
I came up with two thoughts:
- I “check-in” because I’m at a really cool place and I want everyone to know how cool I am because I’m there.
- I “check-in” because I want attention.