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"  Today is Facebook&amp;#039;s 10th birthday. It&amp;#039;s hard to believe that just 10 years ago &amp;quot;liking&amp;quot; just meant liking, &amp;quot;poking&amp;quot; just meant poking, and &amp;quot;Facebook stalking&amp;quot; just meant you weren&amp;#039;t speaking English. There was no looking up and realizing you&amp;#039;ve been poring over your best friend&amp;#039;s sister&amp;#039;s ex boyfriend&amp;#039;s new girl friend&amp;#039;s photos for an hour. There were no mornings started with five new engagement status updates. There was no Facebook anxiety. To celebrate a decade of Facebook, n\u00E9e The Facebook, we&amp;#039;ve shared our most crippling (though apparently not crippling enough to actually swear off the thing) fears about using the social network, from relationship status updates to accidental likes. And, to round out the shame factor, we&amp;#039;ve all shared our first Facebook photos (all solos, we don&amp;#039;t want to take our friends down with us), because there&amp;#039;s nothing like a little humiliation to bring back the memories!  Victoria Hoff: One time, I did the thing that everyone is always afraid of doing: While Facebook stalking, I put the person&amp;#039;s name as my status instead of in the search bar. I didn&amp;#039;t even realize it until a few minutes later when I noticed my own status (a.k.a my stalkee&amp;#039;s name) on my news feed. Of course I instantly deleted it but I&amp;#039;ll never know how many people saw it. I search much more carefully now, but I remain convinced that any day now, Mark Zuckerberg will be all, &amp;quot;Upgrade, suckers! You can now see who searched for you,&amp;quot; in which case I&amp;#039;ll likely have to retreat into a hole for a few years to wait out the embarrassment. I should probably deactivate soon\u2026 Related: Phan Favorite: the Video Guru   Kate Winick: Given that I now work on Facebook for a living, my current anxiety is the recurring nightmare that I post something personal to ELLE&amp;#039;s page, which has never actually happened. But I have had an ongoing fear of being unknowingly tagged in pictures (seriously, what is with my chin?) that dates back\u2026well, 10 years. I have religiously followed all of Facebook&amp;#039;s privacy updates over the years to tighten my settings as much as possible, because the hits just keep on coming: tipsy wedding reception photos are the new tipsy fraternity party photos. Related: Best Celebrity #Selfies Of the Year  Sally Holmes: Like many of my freshman classmates, I entered into a relationship within the first month of college. My best friend asked me to marry her on Facebook and I accepted, thinking we&amp;#039;d live happily ever after on the Internet. We were married for more than four years, but when things got complicated\u2014literally\u2014I had so much anxiety about deleting the status I just avoided doing it. Finally one of my friends from home pointed out that since my Facebook wife and I hadn&amp;#039;t actually spoken in over a year, I needed to suck it up. I sent her a note explaining that since we were now real people with real jobs outside of college, we probably needed to look more professional and end things. That was my first and last Facebook marriage.  Joslyn Winkfield: My boyfriend at the time&amp;#039;s ex accidentally &amp;quot;liked&amp;quot; a photo of mine from about three years back, which meant she looked through at least 400 photos to even get to that one. Creepy and cray-cray! Then I ran into her in the elevator of my office building not too long ago. #Awkward.  Natalie Matthews: Confession: Most of the people in the &amp;quot;Close Friends&amp;quot; tab on my Facebook are really more &amp;quot;Loose Acquaintances I Like to Internet Stalk&amp;quot; (it just makes it so convenient?). Sometimes when I&amp;#039;m in a shady situation or almost get run over by a cab and have a rueful &amp;quot;thank God I didn&amp;#039;t die now!!&amp;quot; moment, my first thought is &amp;quot;phew, because my apartment&amp;#039;s a total mess&amp;quot; but then the second is &amp;quot;and how awkward would it be when my parents get into my Facebook and email all these mostly strangers that I died and that they knew were Close Friends&amp;quot;  Justine Harman: This isn&amp;#039;t Facebook related\u2014exactly\u2014but freshman and sophomore year of college, the cool thing to do was to have a tastefully curated &amp;quot;About Me&amp;quot; section in your AIM profile. I toggled between two quotes, each more shameful than the last. When I was feeling powerful, I&amp;#039;d throw up &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m only 19, but my mind is old,&amp;quot; from Mobb Deep&amp;#039;s &amp;quot;Shook Ones&amp;quot;; when I was feeling vulnerable, I&amp;#039;d opt to express myself with Bob Dylan&amp;#039;s &amp;quot;Shelter From the Storm.&amp;quot; I think I thought I was awfully mature. This Facebook photo, from 2006, would suggest otherwise.  Ruthie Frielander: Seeing people from my past pop up that I go to GREAT LENGTHS to avoid.  Leah Chernikoff: I remember the first time I changed my relationship status on Facebook. It was 2006 and it felt like the ultimate commitment. It felt amazing. This guy was so into me he was ready to announce it to the world\u2014because, really, Facebook felt like the world. Fast-forward three years and it&amp;#039;s time to change my status. Instead of switching it to single I vowed never to broadcast my &amp;quot;relationship status&amp;quot; ever again. Lesson learned. And then came the painful process of looking over all my photos, as he was in most of them. Commence: de-tagging spree. Mark Zuckerberg told Savannah Guthrie on the Today Show this morning that he felt &amp;quot;grateful&amp;quot; to be able to &amp;quot;serve people.&amp;quot; Thanks Mark, for making breakups infinitely more awkward and painful. DISLIKE.  Rebecca Moss: Like Leah, Facebook has taught me constant lessons in relationship privacy. After TWICE publicly announcing I had broken up and gotten back together with the same boyfriend on Facebook\u2014and endured the awkward comments and profile pic changes that went along with it\u2013I will never again share my relationship status. For that matter, it&amp;#039;s unlikely I will willfully &amp;quot;friend&amp;quot; a love interest ever again. Having that much access to their past photo history is more anxiety than its worth. I&amp;#039;d rather not know.  Danielle Prescod: I am the kind of girl that lives off of anxiety, but when the high school Facebook and the college Facebook merged and dropped the &amp;quot;THE&amp;quot;, the kind of anxiety that overtook my life was enormous. First, the Facebook became a way for me to measure how good a school was. Forget the Princeton review. Facebook started at Harvard and then trickled down to the other Ivys and top schools. Good scholarship fund? Decent cafeteria food? Whatever. Was this place among the first to get Facebook? That&amp;#039;s how I measured success. So in high school, after I narrowed down the schools I wanted to apply to based on those who had the Facebook and those who did not, you would think my anxiety would have eased up once I got to Tufts. Wrong! Making and monitoring my friends online became a full time job. It was how I first learned that everyone else was having a blast at college but me. I was totally miserable and how did I know that? Because there were only six tagged photos of me smiling on Facebook. Happy 10th! Thanks for manifesting each and every one of my neurosis, Facebook. Now I prefer Instagram.  Dobrina Zhekova: Ever since I got my first cell phone with a touch screen, I have been very careful not to &amp;quot;like&amp;quot; something by mistake (that has happened a few times and it&amp;#039;s really awkward when you have to &amp;quot;unlike&amp;quot; it) or &amp;quot;add as a friend&amp;quot; someone who I might be just looking up on Facebook.  Megan Cahn: Facebook stalking has given me nothing but anxiety, and once even evidence that a guy I had been dating was cheating on me with his much younger co-worker. But it has done me well, too. One night I lost my wallet and after going back to the restaurant I ate at and retracing my steps with no luck, I remembered a This American Life episode about a woman who found someone&amp;#039;s wallet and began sending messages and eventually stalking him through Facebook. But when someone you are not friends with sends you a message it goes into a different folder and doesn&amp;#039;t alert you. So I looked in the hidden folder and there actually was a message from a cute guy in my neighborhood who had found my wallet. We met and ended up going out to coffee and on a few dates. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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