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I am sad about Facebook. The party there has ended. People are still hanging around, but so many people have decamped to other things, that it's lost the fun. There are a few hardcore folks still there, and some of them are a delight. But then there are the ones who have disappeared, or who cut you out -- or the ones whose company is tedious. I realized that I was making people who are not close to me or important in any way a strangely large portion of my day, and therefore my mental space, too. Just because they were there, posting. I don't mean that to be unkind, but some people post things that are truly not interesting, but I still feel obligated to read them and consider them kindly. It has only lately occurred to me that I could just tune them out, or not see them.
It's much like a high school reunion, where at first everyone is excited to see each other, and then within an hour or two, you're right back with your old friends.
I am sad about it, though. I miss the fun. It's good to move on, do more productive things, but I haven't kicked the habit of checking it -- and there are still good things there -- and therefore haven't really replaced it with something more productive. It gave me a lot of company for the last four years (or so?) and I will miss it.
But now I have to run. My friend just posted on FB that she is stranded with a flat tire and I'm off to babysit her kids while her husband picks her up. I feel like patting FB on the head and saying, Good boy! We'll let you stick around a little longer....
It's much like a high school reunion, where at first everyone is excited to see each other, and then within an hour or two, you're right back with your old friends.
I am sad about it, though. I miss the fun. It's good to move on, do more productive things, but I haven't kicked the habit of checking it -- and there are still good things there -- and therefore haven't really replaced it with something more productive. It gave me a lot of company for the last four years (or so?) and I will miss it.
But now I have to run. My friend just posted on FB that she is stranded with a flat tire and I'm off to babysit her kids while her husband picks her up. I feel like patting FB on the head and saying, Good boy! We'll let you stick around a little longer....