Two years ago a wedding I attended helped pull the proverbial firing-pin on the “Fuck Facebook” grenade!
The wedding itself was great!
You know when you reluctantly drag yourself to a function and it turns out so better than anything you anticipated.
But here’s the part that got to me.
Call me a sentimental wuss!
Most everyone took pics of the event.
The newly-hitched couple looked good.
But for some or other reason nobody posted anything on Facebook?
Except the bride of course. She was a Facebook friend when I still had that account.
The mother of the bride – Zero posts!
Stepfather of the bride – Nothing!
The Half brother of the bride – No mentions.
Other family members – Ok, by now you can see a pattern – Nobody posted shit!
The real kicker however… After the wedding I saw copious Facebook posts by all of the usual suspects mentioned above.
One or two actually posted random Facebook crap while they were at the wedding! Charming people!
But somehow nobody really managed to squeeze out even one “Congrats girl – Beautiful day – Well Done?”
Of course I over-analyze shit like this, but that’s who I am.
This led me to check out my own “memorable” Facebook events.
I had 500 plus people who barely managed to raise an eyebrow whenever I posted something truly great!
Well, ok … Something great in my opinion at least.
Right, obviously I did something terribly wrong on Facebook.
I marketed myself incorrectly?
But WTF! Really?
Why do I need to MARKET myself in order to get people to pay attention?
What does all of this mean to me on a practical level?
My monuments, my personal achievements, my grief, my pain, my hopes, failures and joy doesn’t require validation on social media.
These days a handful of people “know me” – That is enough for me.
I can honestly say I felt free after I “killed” of people who couldn’t give a crap about me in cyberspace.
Many of those same people couldn’t give a rat’s ass about me in real-life either.
I did however notice that I managed to achieve more real-life contact with many people after I nuked Facebook.
More people actually called me, sent personal email or personal SMS messages.
No more generic scattergun rubbish.
I’m not nearly done writing about Social Media pitfalls.
But I’ll park this one as being the pivot-point that made me kill off my Facebook account.
I didn’t simply deactivate the bitch, I had the whole thing deleted – completely.
Here are a few practical guidelines if you wish to go that route.
Keep your social media accounts if you wish.
let me not be the one to convince you how “unsocial” these time-wasters can be.
At least be aware of the option that allows you to not only “deactivate” your account, but also to permanently delete it.
Deactivation vs Deletion -The difference is “pausing your addiction” as opposed to at least attempting to get clean.
Have a great “real” day!
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