Good for you, Mark Zuckerburg! You created Facebook, this century's hottest tech phenomenon, and now serve as its CEO. You're young (25!), you're rich (a billionaire!), and you're a Harvard dropout. That takes chutzpah. Just this week, your company gobbled up rival company FriendFeed and gained the support of two tech moguls: Arianna Huffington and Marc Andreeson, late of Netscape. Your Facebook status probably reads: "Revolutionizing the internet." You should be commended.

But I don't trust you. And if you friended me, I might ignore you.

Maybe I'm just royally envious that you, SIXTEEN MONTHS my senior, have rocketed to the heights of tech celebrity, while my friends and I are clawing our way into our first full-time jobs. But jealousy aside, let’s not forget that you “borrowed” the ideas for Facebook from three of your Harvard classmates; last year you settled with them for 65 million dollars. Do I really want to share my original thoughts and content with your website (let alone my bank records, medical history, etc., if it ever comes to that) when you've stolen stuff in the past?

I'm not the only one worried about Facebook throwing its weight all over the universe. On Monday, five people filed a lawsuit in the Orange County Superior Court claiming that Facebook shared their information with third parties and violated their privacy rights. While the case isn't very artful (to skeptics, it's a blatant money grab), this isn't Facebook's first kerfuffle about privacy rights. In February, your company decided that it owned everything posted on its pages (kinda draconian, no?) only to drop the new terms of service after users revolted. I’d feel much more chipper about your company, Mr. Zuckerberg, if it didn’t make these missteps at all.

Your ambition is so unabashed, so far-reaching, that it scares me. You're driving your company like a Lamborghini. And while you're no doubt flyin' high INSIDE the car, 250 million of us have hitched our fragile little web wagons to your roadster and are hanging on for dear life. Please, don't crash and burn.

Sincerely,
Jackson Musker
(not your friend)