Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Dear Facebook...

there are lots of nice people to meet by Laura Berger
I am on Facebook.

You know, like everyone.  Everyone.  (Well, maybe except for my dad.  But I think he's the last remaining person on earth.)

It seems like for all the talk of being different and out of the mainstream, we sure are all hanging out in the same bar at the same time, all the time, talking about the same things.

But...that's not really my point exactly.  My point is, I have been examining life (as one does) (especially when one is procrastinating examining textbooks), and examining my relationship with the web that is Facebook.  I don't dislike it.  I don't dislike anyone there.  I don't mind "connecting" and connecting with people near and far -- but I think I've sort of had my share of connecting.

I feel like it's difficult to live a life when you're constantly reading a stream of other people's thoughts  (I don't mean blogs -- you should *see* my Google Reader list -- I just mean the stuff that's less weighty and more who-cares?).  That's not to say that I don't care about other people, but it becomes a little like the CNN scrolling text -- you stop caring after a while, and start deciding that some of these people are such whiners; god look at what this person said haha; oh my god why did they post that photo; does this person ever leave Facebook?! * The inner monologue becomes less enthusiastic.  (It's nice when people get puppies though.  If people all got more puppies I would probably stay on Facebook for the increase in photos...but that's what Cute Overload is for.)  The thing is though, to think to oneself incredulously "Does that person ever get off of Facebook?!" one has to then subsequently realize that to notice, you too were on Facebook.  *I'm being theatrical for the sake of the joke -- I'm don't think that about actual friends.  (Acquaintances, sure)

I like people!  I'm trying to convey all this without sounding like an irritable hermit!  Gosh darn it.  But...

When does a profile become some sort of marketing of the self?  I fear growing more narcissistic by virtue of a life shared with so many.

Dear Facebook, hon, we've been together a while.  But while I may enjoy gathering links from people and reading the nonsense and kerfluffle of the day to day, and telling 200 people how wonderful autumn is, I feel like we're sort of at that relationship stage where I'd raaaaaather not sit at home hanging out with you, but at the same time I feel sort of obligated to, like we're joined at the hip (no really, we are -- my phone is connected to you in about a jillion ways) and if I simply abandon you, whatever would happen?  I mean we know each other so well (you change each month but we work through that).

Facebook, it's not you, it's me.  I'm just not ready to commit.  I don't know if we're going to break up entirely, but I think I want some distance.  Can we just be friends?  I mean, I'll still keep you on Facebook so you can see my moody updates about our relationship status change, but they'll be infrequent and passive-aggressive, so you won't know for sure it's about you (it's about you, you know it).  I might not delete you.  I probably won't.  But I can stop visiting, and we'll probably grow apart a little.  (I'm still talking to Facebook.  Not you, dear reader.)

On one hand, I'll probably be invited to fewer events.  On the bright side though, I'll probably be invited to fewer events.

(It goes without saying, of course, that the Twitter stays.)

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