Ok, maybe I'm being a little melodramatic here, but I just went through my facebook account and deleted all the information that I could: interests, favorite books, music, movies, all wall posts from the past month, etc. etc., and it felt a little like I was deleting pieces of my life, deleting memories. I mean, on one hand, obviously that's ridiculous, because a) I do have an actual, functioning memory in my head and b) it's not like I actually ever go back on facebook and look through all my old wall posts or status updates or anything. But I had to look back through them all in order to delete them, and it surprised me how much of my life I do in fact put out there-- my being in India, college decisions, memories and funny moments from the play... I had a moment of panic, like "How will I remember these things now??" But I managed to calm down and finish the deleting, finishing with creating a blank profile picture. So I have now effectively disappeared from Facebook...
... just kidding. The Real Meg McClure profile page was creating, and I haven't put anything up just yet, just posted something about having to create a new account due to "problems with my old one or something." I haven't put up any information, photos, anything yet (it's all forthcoming) and I requested 30 random friends from school (all of whom accepted.) I also got, as of Friday night, 49 friend requests. I felt a little guilty, oddly enough, for "deceiving" (if you will) my friends like this, but it's all in the name of education, so onwards we go. Everything is (mostly) in place for this week and the experiment of the Real Meg McClure-- is she more real than I am? Stay tuned...
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