I said I wouldn't.
I declared it a huge waste of time (and it probably is).
I have a lovingly forthright person in my family who asked, "Your life really isn't THAT important, is it?" (that I would feel compelled to tell people what I had for dinner, where I went earlier today, my opinions of a bunch of stuff). Well, he's got a point. My life IS still too important to me. But then, my friends' lives are important to me, too, and I care about the little stuff in theirs) and I might just care what they had for dinner (and borrow the recipe if I'm so inclined). On the other hand, I have also found out from "caving" about the death of the mom of one of my friends who lives out of state. I have read single lines of "I miss my mom" and realize I miss my mom, too, only she is still alive; she is just very busy.
So how did I cave?
I got a Facebook account. I have now seen pictures of many of my "old" friends and now they have seen me. I look a lot different than I did in high school, believe me, but then again...so do they! My Aunt Linda, though, looks amazing and thus offers me hope that I just might look as good as she does in a dozen or so years.
Ah, technology. It seems to bring us together. Maybe it does. The verdict is still out on that, as far as I'm concerned.