Like most people, I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with “The Facebook” (as Zuckerberg originally called it).
Once upon a time, I was one of the first few hundred thousand non-college users to sign up. As an international performer in the decade from 2005-2015, I used it a helluva lot. By the mid-twenty-teens, it had soured on me quite a bit. And I still ended up using it a lot, though less and less.
In recent years, I’ve gone on frequent social media fasts. And on the first of these, I never went back to WhatsApp. Then after another mediafast, I never turned Instagram back on.
Last year, during the pandemic, I probably used Facebook less than any of the previous fifteen. And now I don’t think I’ve been on Facebook this year at all (other than to help my mother-in-law deal with yet another hack to her account the other day). This will change soon as I go back to catch up on it a bit for my birthday this weekend.
I think three to five 10min increments outta do me for the year, though.
There are many reasons for me essentially abandoning my profile. The extreme privacy issues, the US Election cycle and its fallout, the bad business practices, the general smarmy nastiness of the people running it, and the voices of the people running from it who are horrified by what they helped build. Hey, I’m not telling you what to do, just sharing my reasons.
And here’s the main one: it Zucks my will to live.
Ok, so I’ve never been suicidal. But I have be apathetic and angry and sad and anxious and distraught as a result of Facebook and my interactions there. Actually, quite a lot.
At this point I often feel like my friends, family, and fans are being held hostage from me, and I really don’t appreciate it. This is one of the reasons that I’ve made such an effort to write here so consistently. Though almost nobody ever comes here. I see the stats, I know. Thanks for being an exception. You’re looking very exceptional today, btw ;)
Anyway, Facebook has become something I no longer care to associate myself with. It doesn’t make me happy anymore, quite the opposite.
I have many memories of many good times that are forever archived there on Facebook. I miss the connections I used to have with all the people who I used to see there. I’m not deleting my profile or anything, but I’m probably not coming back to it either. Other than to occasionally check for messages people leave for me, and ensure that I’ve not been hacked lately.
I remember a world before Facebook. And these days I prefer to live in a world after it too.