Getting Facebook out of my face
I really, really despise Facebook. I removed my account a few months ago, and my life is richer because of that decision.
Facebook is a big, stinking pile of time-wasting nothingness. Being constantly and instantly connected every banal detail going on in the lives of people you love, and people you don’t, is mentally unhealthy. At least it was for me. I cannot imagine how anyone I know is growing richer, wiser and wealthier by staring into his or her mobile phone reading trivia about other people. No one really cares about your analysis of why you have so many zits on your back, or what you had for lunch, or which Bible verse is the one that most inspires you. Jesus weeps every time he logs in to Facebook.
This is especially true when you consider that your inanity is competing with the psychobabble of hundreds of your neighbors and friends. Facebook is a giant cauldron of mental goo that sticks to everything it touches. It’s like taffy from the county fair. It tastes great at first, but the more of it you consume, the sicker you are going to get at the end of the process. I have no need to sicken myself. There are enough entities out there in the world who will do that for me.
I can better spend my time writing and reflecting in relative solitude without the clamoring multitudes spewing ultimately empty feedback in my direction.
“Good job” and “Great photo” get really old, really fast.
So do the religious proselytizers and the cause crusaders and the Like This, Like This! Zombies. The worst Facebookers of all — the ones I miss the least — are the Farmville morons and the Mafia Wars goofballs. Really? You can’t find anything better to do than invite me to your pointless hours of wasted life? I have goals. Facebook, get out of my face. My real friends will send me a postcard or come over for a glass of wine when I get back from Afghanistan.
Here are some other posts that go along with my anti-Facebook theme:
10 Reasons Why I Hate Facebook
Top 10 Reasons Why Facebook Sucks