I have been on a go-slow all week, taking a step back from the internet having become disillusioned with it all, particularly my old buddy Facebook who has taken up multiple hours of my day ever since I signed up to the bloody thing way back in 2009. First it was good ole Farmville, a game which seemed to be top priority for every student in UCC back in the day. Looking around the Boole computer rooms it was all you could see on every screen, shame it didn't count towards any of our degrees otherwise we'd have all come out of their with First Class Honours, instead all we came out with was wasted hours of our lives, masses of digital currency we couldn't use and enormous amounts of virtual livestock, looking back now I really do wonder what all the hype was about?! These days Facebook seems to just be a boasting paradise, a place for people to say "hey look at me, how many likes can I get for this, look how great my life is compared to yours", etc, etc, filled with people who are not really your 'friends' at all and only add you so that they can get a nose at what's been going on with you since you left school, a place where I feel I have to update people about what's going on in my very mundane and uneventful life, nothing has happened! No wonder on Jeremy Kyle (yes, yes I have been known to pop it on just to get confirmation that my life is a little better then those featured, I needed a pick-me-up okay?!) Facebook is the number one reason for everyone's relationship going to the wayside, it's social media, without the social.
|Facebook, you even got a mention on my Bebo page. The shame.|
I've been logging on all week for my daily check-in and a tumble-weed may as well have appeared on the screen, the news is that there is no news. Facebook has all become a bit too Bebo-ish for me. What is Bebo I hear you ask, well it was Facebook before Facebook existed, a site where you could give people a daily 'luv' and befriend anyone who would have you just to say you were popular. It was filled with poser pictures, (I'm sorry to say I was one of the biggest offenders), I had two accounts, one was named 'Phenominal', I'm dying with shame! Bebo is basically what Facebook would have been like as a teenager. My timeline is now flooded with shops that sell handmade items (because the boy just had to have more handmade toys that he will never play with or love) that I simply can't resist, people looking for me to do something for them (like this picture if you really follow my updates, blah blah blah) and the blogging groups which I do enjoy being in but become overwhelmed by at times, just how many bloggers does one world need?! I'll never have time to read them all. I'm also sick of being told it's someone's birthday, someone who I then realise I have NEVER spoken to in the whole time of our Facebook friendship which makes me delete them, on their birthday, what a bitch I am.
The other side of Facebook which has really made me all the more miserable is the fact that anyone can contact you, namely in my case, people from the past who meant so much and probably still do yet all they want is to chat to you simply because there is no one else. Oh dear Facebook, I never thought I'd say it but I hate you. I hate that when people tell me they don't have a Facebook account I'm both shocked yet envious of how strong they are to resist the temptation of you. If only we could have the wondrous times of the great Bouncy Balls addiction back. It's never coming back though is it, along with those valuable hours of my life... I'm afraid deactivation may be imminent, even if it is only for two or so hours. Why are you so hard to resist? You handsome blue fiend you.