It was a good ride while it lasted, but it was time to quit Facebook.
It wasn’t about privacy, or productivity, or the goofy design changes they make from time to time that everyone gets upset over. These were flaws of the system, yes, but there was a more fundamental reason why left.
I just no longer enjoyed it.
Facebook was no longer about personal expression, but
vicarious identification of who you want people to see you as.
Originally, I enjoyed Facebook for the human connection. The now and again views of life from another person’s point of view. But all that seems cluttered now by knowing so-and-so likes Oreo cookies and some not-so-funny ecard photo. Facebook was no longer about personal expression, but vicarious identification of who you want people to see you as.
It was becoming a time sink of un-information. A constant stream of photos with barely related text over them, political bickering, hyperbole news headlines and frustratingly vague statuses. Every once in awhile there was something that had genuine personal interaction or interest. But it was becoming increasingly harder to find through the noise.
Quitting Facebook was embarrassingly not easy. I had wanted to do it probably over a year ago, but I kept coming back. There were a lot of excuses I kept running through in an effort to keep it. I had that feeling of not wanting to miss out on a moment. And how can I share pictures of my soon-to-be-born daughter? How can I connect with the teens in the church if I don’t know what’s going in their lives?
But was I missing out in the moment of life because I busy trying to share it with other people?
I’m realizing that not having Facebook is forcing me to connect with people on a more personal level instead of “Facebook stalking” them to find out what’s going on in their life.
The story is already told, and we are merely commenting
about it to fill in the gap between Facebook posts.
No real life conversation is quite as awkward as starting it with, “Hey, I saw on Facebook that you…”, and them saying “Yep, that’s exactly what it is.” The story is already told, and we are merely commenting about it to fill in the gap between Facebook posts.
Just no Facebook.
And I know this probably sounds mostly like contrite rhetoric, but it does simply feel more genuine to life.
I don’t know.
I’ll probably be back in a month…