Today, I cut the cord. I deactivated myself from the perpetual Black Hole that is Facebook. Although I know this is only temporary, it feels good. Facebook is a horribly addicting service in my life. I find it to be my biggest addiction in life: more so than gibs, alcohol or Phish.
Facebook was originally something I never wanted to use. I can remember back in the Fall of 2006 when I first made my account, I was pretty insulting of the whole social media thing which now has Planet Earth by the balls for the foreseeable eternity. This was a time when Myspace was king and the overall tackiness of the whole system really turned me off. Facebook seemed a little cleaner, didn’t start playing an annoying song when I went to someone’s page, didn’t have some obnoxious skin plastered all over the background and self-repeating 12 times over & seemed not too involved.
Even still, I hated it. My girlfriend at the time would always post cute girlfriend things to my wall and get annoyed when I didn’t respond. Bottom line was that I wasn’t even checking the thing, I had my own life outside of it all. Then came the chat takeover when we all stopped using AIM. “Okay, now I have a reason to be on here. I still don’t like this Facebook, but I’ll deal…”
Then once my relationship was over I realized, “Oh shit. Well, if I’m going to be single, this is probably something I should use”. So I immersed myself more into Facebook. I started thinking, “Hey this ‘aint so bad.” as there was a sheep-ish comfort that came along with the growing social acceptance of Facebook. I then started a page for my radio show, started commenting on people’s updates more, “liked” some pages, etc.
Eventually Facebook got real boring. This is where trolling saved the experience for me. Not taking Facebook as serious as everyone else really made the joint more enjoyable. I started noticing just how many really took the Internet way too serious. Then there was that Fall where Facebook bombing ran rampant. Leave your account open, be subjected to worldwide humiliation and ridicule. But alas, that was only fun for so long too.
Now I’m just sick of the whole thing. There’s still people on the service who I don’t like seeing. However, to avoid 8,000 text messages of, “Why did you delete me from Facebook?!” I choose to not “delete” them as “friends” and hope to just ignore them. There’s also a handful of people who I wish I could still communicate with, who choose not to communicate with me, or can’t due to certain circumstances. Seeing your faces on Facebook only serve as a sad reminder as to why we no long talk and that bums me out. I’d rather not be subjected to that.
I will miss the hilarious statuses, witty comments from the Huckleberry Freakbox’s of the world and the like, but I’m dipping out for a bit. More time to focus on reading and writing for this blog.
P.S. – I know. Cool story, bro.