The mother of all pulling the plugs. The titan of disconnect. The champion of all things that make those close to you wonder if you’re doing OK. I’m doing fine. Actually I feel great. And while it may not be the ultimate way of disconnecting yourself … it sure felt like that when I was hitting the ‘delete account’ button.
Since day 1 of college, I spent time organizing and collecting friends on social networks . Looking back, I know I didn’t spend enough time being an actual friend to those around me. I had upwards of 1,700 “friends” at one point during my university days, which wasn’t a healthy way of being bombarded with the word friend. Friend here. Friend there. Defriend this person and friend this person.
I have some free time these days before moving to Colorado next week so I started cutting down on web services, building a Network Attached Storage (NAS), and organizing all things digital on either Google products or home made solutions. As I was trimming services, I felt tied to Facebook at a deeper level. Facebook somehow Trojan horsed into my brain and warped what my idea of what a “friend” was. At least, I’m putting some burden on them, fully acknowledging this was in my control too. This is the point where people on their high horse who haven’t battled a mild form of Internet addiction scoff at the idea that I could lose sight of what a friend is. You and your horses.
It was too easy to share or send a message for it to mean much. The “nothing ever worth it was easy” mantra was ringing through my head. If we weren’t Facebook friends, would they cease to exist in my memory and in my life? Would the one lunch we shared together mean anything? Of course it did, and I may or may not remember them in 10 years. With Facebook I’ve only seen people as either a friend … or de-friended (so harsh of a word). Why couldn’t they remain that person I had lunch with that one time? Isn’t that enough to feel a human connection?
Those are my thoughts…
I haven’t regretted my decision for one moment."
Gostava de ter os colhões deste gajo, ou melhor, os ovários.
It's really good to know someone reads this.. I'm so overwhelmed with joy I think I just might piss my pants, eventhough it's a religious fanatic, It's still good.
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