Like many of my generation, I had been coerced just before Christmas into signing up for what I now describe as the godawful Facebook. This, as far as I could tell, was because people, if I can call them that, were competing with each other for Facebook popularity - those Friend counts need padding, and I just had to see what it was all about. It lasted a little over a month.
I once shaved my legs for two months in the summer of 1990 because I thought that my new muscle building and weight-lifting regimand demanded it. I walked around with clean-shaven, silky smooth legs for eight weeks. I looked awful. I equate my time on Facebook with shaving my legs: A weak and utterly stupid time in my life.
On Facebook, people from my past flooded back into the present. Friends (and I use that term loosely) I was happy to leave in the halcyon summers of youth had reappeared, now doing tedious jobs in insurance, fashion, entertainment, and financial services. Who the hell cares! It disrupted my personal narrative and thrusted me into some post-modern hell where the past, present and future had become interchangeable. I like the present, it is a good place to be.
I was in a sickened world where complete strangers could see who I associated with and friends told me what they were doing every ten minutes, without me ever asking, mind you. I saw people with over 500 friends. Like I said, sickening.
The notion that "the world is getting smaller"is usually seen as a good thing. I'm beginning to think it might become too small, and that we are losing an appropriate distance between each other. So die, Facebook, and take your ugly-ass sister MySpace with you.
I once shaved my legs for two months in the summer of 1990 because I thought that my new muscle building and weight-lifting regimand demanded it. I walked around with clean-shaven, silky smooth legs for eight weeks. I looked awful. I equate my time on Facebook with shaving my legs: A weak and utterly stupid time in my life.
On Facebook, people from my past flooded back into the present. Friends (and I use that term loosely) I was happy to leave in the halcyon summers of youth had reappeared, now doing tedious jobs in insurance, fashion, entertainment, and financial services. Who the hell cares! It disrupted my personal narrative and thrusted me into some post-modern hell where the past, present and future had become interchangeable. I like the present, it is a good place to be.
I was in a sickened world where complete strangers could see who I associated with and friends told me what they were doing every ten minutes, without me ever asking, mind you. I saw people with over 500 friends. Like I said, sickening.
The notion that "the world is getting smaller"is usually seen as a good thing. I'm beginning to think it might become too small, and that we are losing an appropriate distance between each other. So die, Facebook, and take your ugly-ass sister MySpace with you.
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