Ok, this is a bit of a rant but I wonder, if at all, it rings any bells with anyone….
I quit Facebook last week after 3 years. It wasn’t a monumental event that caused it; rather more a case of the straw that broke the camel’s back.
On the whole, it had been an ‘ok’ experience to start with. I found it useful to keep in touch with people and make contact with those I hadn’t seen for a while..
After a bit though I started to lose faith in it- or perhaps more accurately, lose faith in those people. After all, Facebook itself is just a container and a vehicle for peoples’ thoughts (and most of the time its not even that).
I would put some of my work on there, so people could see what I did. This was helpful in one instance where I actually got a single job out of it.
Most of the time though it was meaningless ‘likes’, fake friend requests and the circular ha-ha memes (that weren’t that funny at all really).
I was beginning to realise too, that there were reasons why I had lost contact with some people- to be honest, I didn’t actually LIKE them. After a while it was becoming clear that they also held the same opinion about me too..
I discovered that on many groups it was not actually possible to post a point of view without being put in your place or flamed, unless you went with the herd and joined in the mooing chorus. The concept of mutual respect seemed to escape most.
Indeed it became clear in the end that Facebook- like all social media- exists as a platform beloved by arrogant neck-stretchers- and that is the point; to appear better, funnier, more knowledgeable and generally more cool than everyone else. It reminded me of a gaggle of geese- all cackling together in agreement whilst at the same time each one tries to look taller than the rest.
So, eventually after some tiresome spat between myself and two simian knuckle-dragging bigots, I’d had enough and left them- all of them- to it.
I feel so much better for it. I finally have my life back!
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I quit Facebook last week after 3 years. It wasn’t a monumental event that caused it; rather more a case of the straw that broke the camel’s back.
On the whole, it had been an ‘ok’ experience to start with. I found it useful to keep in touch with people and make contact with those I hadn’t seen for a while..
After a bit though I started to lose faith in it- or perhaps more accurately, lose faith in those people. After all, Facebook itself is just a container and a vehicle for peoples’ thoughts (and most of the time its not even that).
I would put some of my work on there, so people could see what I did. This was helpful in one instance where I actually got a single job out of it.
Most of the time though it was meaningless ‘likes’, fake friend requests and the circular ha-ha memes (that weren’t that funny at all really).
I was beginning to realise too, that there were reasons why I had lost contact with some people- to be honest, I didn’t actually LIKE them. After a while it was becoming clear that they also held the same opinion about me too..
I discovered that on many groups it was not actually possible to post a point of view without being put in your place or flamed, unless you went with the herd and joined in the mooing chorus. The concept of mutual respect seemed to escape most.
Indeed it became clear in the end that Facebook- like all social media- exists as a platform beloved by arrogant neck-stretchers- and that is the point; to appear better, funnier, more knowledgeable and generally more cool than everyone else. It reminded me of a gaggle of geese- all cackling together in agreement whilst at the same time each one tries to look taller than the rest.
So, eventually after some tiresome spat between myself and two simian knuckle-dragging bigots, I’d had enough and left them- all of them- to it.
I feel so much better for it. I finally have my life back!
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