Chopping Down the Facebook Tree
I am kinda rolling myself back to 1998.
Yes, 1998. You know the internet time of 1998. A time when the internet meant mostly dial-up, and the best you could do in social media was make a hideous webpage, or create an America Online Homepage. A time when Facebook was but a glimmer in our eyes.
Today, I deactivated my personal Facebook account.
But as far as the personal account, I can’t even describe the ridiculous garbage that I was tired of reading and digesting every day. From people I wasn’t even sure I knew. You know what I’m talking about… you’ve got these people too.
friends of friends
family you don’t like
family you shouldn’t like
family you don’t know at all
co-workers you like
And for what? Because I thought if someone commented something ominious on their page that it was about me due to the analysis of context clues and my prior interactions with this person…. but I wasn’t completely sure? Or was I sure? Or maybe it was possible it was about me, sort of? And if it was, well, then that hurt my feelings, but I had no intention of doing anything about any of it. (And no, Mountain Goat, this does NOT have to do with your comment about No Kids at the Vortex!)