FB Free for One Week

I recently completed a mini challenge to myself; go FB free for one week. 

Last Tuesday I willingly deactivated my account. Thankfully, the powers that be at FB make it REAL easy to come back though. Simply sign in and everything is restored. Voila!  

And my thoughts on the experiment? 

Holy hell that was slightly difficult. What in the world did we do before the constant status updates of intimate and non needed info about many of our not so close acquaintances? It’s weird though, I really missed it. I think I may kinda like knowing that Joe Blow went on a 5 mile run in the rain, or that Suzie Homemaker is embarking on a major renovation project, and that Jane Workaholic just spilled coffee all over her desk. 

And why do I care? I dunno. Perhaps it’s because I don’t have a life. Strike that, I do have a life. I work 7 days a week, workout about 4 nights a week, do laundry, grocery shop and run errands on the other nights. I’m so busy I have no time for a real social life save for the time I spend in a bar…then again, that’s technically work so it doesn’t really count. I think for me at least, FB is a form of entertainment. Like a ½ hour sitcom that I can access whenever I want to see what people are up to or watch the latest and greatest viral video of the moment.  

I also realized that FB caters equally to all types of people. There’s the Creative ones who put major thought into posts; the Loners who never post but love to secretly read and stalk their friends and friends of friends who aren’t locked down; the Jocks that are very sports-centric in their posting; and a whole host of other “Breakfast Club types.” 

In the greater scheme of things, I’m not sure what it all means. But I do know that I’m back. Now entertain me.

 

X

 

          Dear Mr. Vernon,

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong...but we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us... In the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain...and an athlete...and a basket case...a princess...and a criminal.  Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours,

The Breakfast Club

                                                                                                                                                                

Comments

[julius]

Facebook is addictive because it enrages you, amuses you, entertains you, and is always there for you. Facebook is people you know (I refuse to call them friends) in the aggregate. You are effectively hanging out with them all the time.

I would rather hang out with real people. Like you. Why don't you ever call? Bah.

crotchety old julius