If one does not post regular pictures and updates on Facebook, does one still exist?
Quite a philosophical conundrum, isn’t it?
On the one hand, you can argue that since you’re very much alive and not a ghost or fire demon, you must in fact exist. On the other hand though, if there’s no one there to ‘like’ your vacation selfie, did that vacation happen anywhere but in your head?
I have nothing against Facebook, honestly I don’t. It’s a great tool to help you stay in touch with family and friends that you would otherwise lose all contact with and it’s quite entertaining to boot.
There is however such a thing as too much of a good thing, and I think that’s what has started to afflict 99% of Facebook users. It’s one thing to post regular pictures and updates on your profile but it’s quite another to waste actual time that could be spent actually enjoying that vacation/dinner/sunset by spending half your time trying to catch a signal so that you can tell everyone what a great time you’re having.
And do not get me started on the narcissism, attention seeking behaviour and trolling Facebook seems to unwittingly nurture. Seriously people, if you love your parent/spouse/child/dog, then why not, you know, actually tell THEM instead of posting a long sappy letter on Facebook for the world to ‘like’?
To each his own I suppose. Me though, I think I’m done with Facebook. So yes, I’ve finally done it: I’ve deleted my Facebook account and I couldn’t be happier. I feel irrationally liberated. Giddy even.
The cynic in me says let’s see how long it takes before regret sets in while the optimist is too busy doing happy cartwheels to dwell on such thoughts. Let’s see which side comes out the strongest, shall we?