I have to admit. It’s not easy. I feel like I’ve been moved to Alcatraz and put in solitary confinement. FB has become the way to keep in touch with what’s going on in other people’s lives and I’m suddenly in the dark because I don’t get the updates anymore.
It’s sad that I didn’t get a chance to tell my friends on FB goodbye. I’m not sure why I’m lamenting that because I don’t think I told most of them goodbye when we left school/work. Most people on FB are just people you know. Most not very well cos the people you know well are likely to be the people you still talk to or meet over meals/poker/mahjong/drinks/movies/<insert random social activity>.
But it was fun knowing what they have been up to, looking in on their lives via photo albums and status updates. Actually, I think the key thing is that it makes having friends more effortless – there’s no need to do the summarize-what-happened-in-the-last-decade/year/month/week sorta catchup. Dropping an occasional comment on their walls/updates/albums suffices…. You must know what I’m talking about….
I’m ashamed to say that there’s comfort in even looking at my mother’s someone else’s facebook page.
“Hi there Status Update – I missed you! Oh and you Photo Album. Whose are you? I’ll take a look anyway. “
The thought of starting a new FB account has crossed my mind not a few times because I suspect I’m addicted think FB works as a social networking site. But at the moment, I refuse to bow down to FB’s privacy policy and BS excuse of a reason for disabling my account. The only good thing that’s come out of it, is that I’m not online as much which is good because I actually do non virtual stuff. You must realise that time disappears when one is uploading pics, tagging /commenting on albums, and looking in on other people’s lives, right?
Let’s see how long I can last.