A month ago I ditched Facebook.
Well, I broke off our bittersweet relationship to the furthest extent I could. You see, when you “disable” your account, you can come back and people can still invite you to events, but you’re profile is inactive.
I wasn’t a Facebook addict, one of those people that check’s their status constantly, going around school blockers to get to the website. (I once had to ask a girl in my journalism class how to get around the servers so I could read my own damn blog. It’s not blocked anymore.) In fact, I was spending less and less time on it. I have Twitter and this. I had homework to do, reviews to write, things to research, books to read.
There’s also the fact that it’s counterproductive to my writing.
On top of it, the applications that you can add to your profile kept getting sent to me constantly and more were being invented than I could block. And people’s “statuses”? I could care less about how OMG U LIKE A GUY BUT WTF? UR 2 AFRAID TO TALK 2 HIM. (It pained me to type that sentence.)
(Although, one time I set my status to something like “Monica is lacking in apathy.”)
I only ever used Facebook to converse with a couple of friends (one lives near Marshalltown), some relatives, and maybe message people about matters relating to articles I needed to write. (I hated having to resort to this.)
And so, after I returned home from my college interview in Chicago, I got rid of Facebook.
Why? Because what I was using it for are things that I can do via email, or on the phone. In fact, I prefer to do those things via email or by talking on the phone. It was essentially useless to me. There were somethings I could find out about (I had one friend, who I met working on a show, that had very lengthy essays on political issues and I keep wondering what he thinks of this AIG Bonus scandal) or be amused by in terms of peoples writings.
But it’s useless to me.
I don’t find myself thinking maybe it was bad, maybe I should go running back to it. We had a lengthy relationship; I had been on Facebook since before the time when everyone could use it (a friend of mine invited me). And while it is weird to listen to your mother talk about what she read on someone’s profile, it doesn’t make me yearn to return a world recently graced by a new layout, teenagers with emo lyrics in their statuses, and third-graders with profiles.
Maybe I’ll go back to it when I go off to college. I could then keep in touch with what few friends I have.
No, email sounds nicer. That way I don’t have to combat the people who add me that I’ve never heard of, or better yet, don’t talk to me for very strange reasons.*
*Including, but not limited too: Saying “Oy vey” around them, refusing to tell them what I thought of a show I’m reviewing before I’ve written the review, not wanting to work on a YouTube video that sounds like a porno but really isn’t, saying that I don’t think Dane Cook is hot, writing lengthy articles, not supporting the basketball team, and speaking my mind.