If any of you have looked for me on Facebook, either for my personal page or my author page, you haven’t been able to find me. I have cancelled my Facebook account, and all the associated accounts, like Messenger or Instagram.
I have never been happy with Facebook. While it’s nice to be able to connect with family and friends, I was never pleased by the great flattening the occurred. In other words, everything on Facebook is equal. As far as Facebook is concerned, a message to you from a guy you went to Elementary School with is just as important as the last words from your grandmother. Conspiracy theory is just as important as factual news. I never liked that, and I used it less and less every year.
Ultimately though, I discontinued Facebook because of its business model. When you go to McDonalds, you are the customer. When you use Facebook, you are the hamburger. Their entire goal is to find out as much as they can about you and use that to sell advertising to people who want to sell you things that aren’t necessarily good for you. I don’t need that in my life, and the things that Facebook gives me in return, aren’t worth it.
I need to take a leaf from your book.
I went a day without Facebook once and it felt odd. Not that I needed to know how many kittens had been rescued or what people where doing, I just felt I had to check. Bad joo joo.
I now use it for keeping tabs on birthdays, wishing people I hardly know ‘happy birthday’. I have multiple calendars for that.
It’s a monster born from needing to know stuff and feeling socially accepted.
Yet I still use it. I’ve been brain washed like many other people.
A quandary indeed.