Facebook: Enough already! – EKSTEEN BLABBER

Facebook: Enough already!

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It had to come. It was just a matter of time.

Some months ago I received an invitation out of the blue from a “long lost friend” of mine: “Please be my Facebook friend.”

What could I lose? I had heard so much about this so-called virtual social phenomenon that it sounded like the right thing to do.

So I accepted.

Boy, oh boy, was that a mistake.

For the past number of months my Facebook circle of friends had grown to quite a group. Problem was, half of then I knew well – we were friends or colleagues or related – but the other half came out of nowhere. To this day I still haven’t found out how some of them found my e-mail address, let alone became my “friends”.

I will admit though, it was fun for a while. I received the most interesting invitations, quizzes, hugs, crushes and a zillion other applications.

I still do not understand quite why I decided to join Facebook, though. I have a personal contacts database that now contains over 4 600 names and numbers. Why did I think I needed a social network to meet more “friends”?

My biggest problem was this: in order to add any of the applications (or see the results of any test I took) I had to invite twenty other friends to do the same. If this isn’t viral marketing I don’t know what is. It may have been OK if I was required to invite at least one other person to take the same test or receive the same gift/hug/invitation/whatever, but to do it for 20 persons every time was too much to ask. I assumed my “friends” would only have ended up as pissed off as I was.

Please understand that I wasn’t consumed by Facebook and could never have been called a Facebook addict. It did not actually take up a lot of my time. Hell, I did not even answer the questionnaire to check whether I was addicted, nor did I join the group against forwarding messages to 20 others. It’s just the annoyance factor that got to me, man.

I am beginning to understand why my kids and their friends spend hours and hours in front of the PC every week. I now also understand why my broadband bandwidth – which I acquired for business purposes – are used up by the 10th of every month.

So today I did the one thing I have been threatening to do for a long time.

I signed on to Facebook.

I clicked on the “Account” tab at the top of the page.

And then I got REALLY brave. I clicked on “Deactivate Account”.

As expected a screen popped up with a number of possibilities to choose from to indicate why I am deactivating my account. And not surprisingly, each option I tried had another pop-up explaining why this should not be a problem, how it could be overcome, et cetera, et cetera.

I cannot quite explain the relief I felt after confirming that I really, REALLY, do not want to be a Facebook member anymore. Of course, and no surprise here either, I was duly informed that I could come back anytime. My account would still exist and would merely be reactivated. Fat chance!

I dare you to try it. The feeling is quite liberating!

Now back to normality. I am looking forward to spending some quality time on useful things again.

[2017: Nine years later I am back? Go figure!]