It’s not me, it’s you: Breaking up with Facebook
What once began as a small blogging site restricted for use by Harvard students has grown into a wildly successful conglomerate with a staggering 500 million registered users. Facebook (formerly known as Facemash) is utilized for countless reasons, some of which include keeping in contact with friends and family, promoting businesses, a tool for employers to learn about prospective employees, and the list goes on. I literally could not begin to list the reasons people use Facebook.
My personal use of the website began a bit late. I used to be one of those people who initially rejected new forms of technology and social media forums. I suppose my reasoning was that I didn’t want to be accessible to anyone at any time. If I needed to get ahold of someone I could call them on my house phone. I didn’t want people tracking me down where ever I was, night and day. Of course that changed over the years. I was the last of my friends to get a cell phone, the last to sign up for Myspace, Facebook, and Twitter. I vehemently rejected the Smartphone until I received the latest and greatest for my birthday, and wouldn’t you know it, I can’t put the darn thing down. In summary, I tend to reject technology and then at some point I give in, and am addicted shortly thereafter.
Facebook is constantly changing. They are SMART. Just the other day I logged in and a giant picture appeared with a swimsuit I’d been admiring a few days before on the Nordstrom website. Spooky. That is not the reason I decided to deactivate my Facebook account though. My account had become my personal yet public venting arena. It had become my children’s photo album and baby book. It had become my work space. It had become the place where my entire life took place behind a computer screen, rather than with face to face interactions. I checked it at least ten times a day (probably more, but telling you would just be embarrassing). Lastly, and most importantly, it became the place where people could say whatever came to mind without having a filter- the computer screen had become the filter and that inanimate object cannot relay humor, sarcasm, or spite efficiently.
So what? I’ve broken up with Facebook….again. I’ve done it before and I’ll probably do it again; but for now I think I will go out and have some real life, face to face interactions. If someone is being sarcastic, it will be clear. If someone is being kind, it will be clear. If someone wants to invite me to a party, they can send me an invitation or call me on the phone.
So Facebook, I am breaking up with you; and just so you know, it’s you...not me.