Me and Facebook are on a break. “It’s Complicated.”
I posted this on my Facebook a few weeks ago, but I reckon it’s no harm to put it here. Over the past few weeks, I have slowly withdrawn from the so-called social networking site. It seems my feelings about FB are being echoed across the world by like-minded individuals, as the numbers dwindle. Are people finally realising it’s kinda dumb?
Jeez, I am sick of Facebook.
• It’s the endless “hug me” or “bite him/her” requests
• It’s the virtual teddy bears (I don’t even like real teddy bears) and beers (has anyone here actually ever bought me a real beer? If not, sod off with the virtual ones).
• It’s the Walls vs Superwalls vs Funwalls vs Graffiti vs Notes bull so you don’t know where anyone’s messages are ‘cos it’s all so muddled.
• It’s the incessant chainmails with the “send this to 20 of your friends or something terrible will happen!” message.
• It’s the rubbish design: the tiny message area you have to type into; the lack of pimpability; the narrowness of the content (just in case you want to run Facebook on your 800×600 monitor from 1997).
• It’s the stupid games – “Dare John to run around the office with his boxers over his trousers!” And what have you.
• It’s the showoffy “Look how many countries I’ve been to” or “Look how much I know about music or movies and how high my IQ is” crap people insist on putting up.
• It’s the fact that, allegedly, I look like the drummer from Queen (bleaurgh!)
• It’s the fact that Facebook know more about me and you than I know about myself.
So I say, forget Facebook. If you wanna talk to me, call me. If you’re my friend, you’ll have my number. Or drop me an email. If you know my name, you can find it on the web.
If you agree with me, put this on your Superwall, send it to 20 of your friends along with a $1 teddybear, a Superpoke, and a vampire-bite, or else you’ll be dared to put your fly down all day and make like you prefer it that way if anyone points it out to you. Or some such nonsense.