This afternoon I lept off the bridge that crosses the sea of social networks and came to rest at the bottom of dark, cold abyss. I deactivated my facebook account. I'm a little grumpy today, so I might reconsider at any moment but really, I'd rather just do without it.
Of course, I can't. Not really. I opened another account a minute later to manage the pages I keep for clients, but that's different. That's work. Facebook stopped being fun. It causes me anxiety. I feel like I had no control over my own privacy.
Sure I love sharing pictures and media and posting things and commenting... but, JC, there are so many ways to do all that without embarking on a journey across those unpredictable waters. It's not even really a very useful program for an average user. Managing events isn't as good as it once was and, like my cell phone's address book, it allows me to forget lots of important things because everything I need to know is stored in there along with the tripe I really don't care about.
So, I ended it. We'll see how long I last: I'm itchy already.
Maybe I'll see you out here somewhere.
1 other voices:
Camus fretted that the absurd life invited suicide. I figure he was on to something, at least by way of analogy. If our online lives become absurd, what else is there to do but pull the plug?
I had a short reply to our communication that I don't think found you on the other side. The gist was that breakfast on the porch is one of the true pleasures in life, not solely because there are folks out there with neither.
As a solipsistic agnostic and misanthropic humanist, there isn't much for me to believe in. But I believe in breakfast - not as nutrition, but as an event.
School or no, I hope you keep writing. And if you're more disposed to low-fi networking, my email's brendanmain@gmail.com. Get in touch anytime you're in the neighbourhood.
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