Family on Facebook. The Generation Gap. Is It Bad?

Just recently, my Grandpa got a Facebook. This, of course, is thanks to me myself. Grandpa asked me if I could set up a Facebook page for him to talk to one of his few-remaining cousins and some other family members as well as anyboy he could find anyone (still alive, he joked) from his high school of college that might be on there. I thought, sure, I'll do it. It posed some instant risks that my "internet world" might be a little 'invaded' but Grandpa is pretty harmless. I set it up and walked him thtough many of the obvious Facebook procedures and explained the basics to him. He was fairly content with this new gold mine of technology and communication. I thought it was a bit weird, but I didn't mind since he could now easily get ahold of my aunts, uncles, cousins, and great aunts and uncles and second cousins. This would become a useful tool for him and he would actually use it to its potential, unlike me or any of my friends do now. This was interesting to me because I thought that with the age gap between my grandpa and I, though he is really into e-mail and internet and funny political e-mails he receives and all that jazz and always has been, he was interested in trying something fairly new.

On Easter Sunday, my step-mom asked me to fix her Facebook page. I almost fainted but then wondered how she'd managed to get one at all, and how in the world I was supposed to "fix it" anyway. She explained to me that some old friends from college that she has told her she needs to get on it and check out all the old pictures and whatnot and I'm assuming that unlike Grandpa, she had managed to set it up herself and I would just need to tweak it for her. I helped her edit her displeyed information and added a picture for her on there, too. I was kind of happy that she had Facebook now for a few moments because she texts me from her phone all the time, and heck, Facebook can actually be really fun in so many ways. Though my excitement for Grandpa and my step-mom getting on and involved in these forms of communcation was really overwhelming, I began to think if I was disguising my fear for them doing something like this that has been mine for so long. Is that bad?

I do not fear them spying on me because I have nothing to hide. Why does it ever-so-slightly bug me that my family is kind of...well..Facebook Stalking me?! It is so weird that this world is becoming so...interconnected. I can't help but notice just how common it is these days to browse people's profiles on there and see that their mom commented on their status! How bizarre! I just can't get past this feeling that now my "other life" is no longer sacred. My parents have never seen me the way I see me or the way my friends do. So now, the internet life I have built on my "online community" has been discovered by my family. I don't think they will destroy it or anything or by any means mock me for it, but it is odd. I wonder what other think of this topic. Would you feel invaded? Or would you accept that it is just a simple gesture to communicate in a very popular way?