Over the last 48 hours I’ve been decimating my Facebook account. I’ve never been a big user of the site, hell I’ve got my own huge blog that I post to almost daily, so I don’t need Facebook to express my opinion.
There were two reasons for me to have an account: I explore the internet actively and often the links I click are Facebook pages so having an account just shows the page without having to sign-up, and, to keep up with what’s happening with people I know.
It’s that last reason why I’ve stripped out all friends from my account. I’ve finally concluded that following someone on Facebook does not usually provide any information as to their well being, rather, you’re bombarded with catchy phrases, online game results, Pinterest pins, and the worst, the pimp job!
For example, “My life is falling apart, OMG! OMG! OMG!”. You know you’ve all seen this post, what are you supposed to do, call the suicide hotline? Some friend will meekly offer “What’s wrong?” and all you get is more pimp…
So, it was fun purging Facebook. All posts I’ve ever made, including the automatic ones generated from my blog, are gone. The few pictures I posted (did I mention I have my own blog) are gone. As you dive into the purge process all sorts of weird categories pop up, and I purged them to.
Finally, all friends, gone! The most interesting thing I’ve learned from this process is that everytime someone likes a post, that persons crap gets inserted into your timeline, I think. I never did figure that Like thing out, but it is insidious.
Now my Facebook page matches my life, no friends! Ok, I still have my best friend Piper, (ouch! head smacked!) I mean Steph. So, I’m good…
Hope you feel better about life now. Keep up your blog, love reading it.
I feel excellent about life. I can still walk, talk, work and type. Now if I could just escape down to Lake Havasu for a couple of weeks…
Winter break is coming fast. Do you get that break
? If so have fun.
Not sure yet…
At least Jill is going to make it, and you are fine. Love your picture, all the other things are fun to look at, I’ll never be there, but the main reason is I don’t like to ride, Salt Lake is as far as I go and I don’t like all the freeways there. So going to I.F. is as good as it gets. boring aren’t I? You love to go and that’s great, I’ll just see the country where you go!!!!!!!!!!!!!President of your club. I’m asking around who would like to join and the good thing about it, they have to pay some, and you get half of it so both of us will be rich. You get me of somethings and of course i still fall for some of them, so you would get most of it and I would have to sit on some corner with a tin cup begging. Good Night Carol your favorite riders.
Thank you Carol, my favorite rambler :-)