This morning I woke to two text messages from a friend in New York asking if I’d blocked him on Facebook, asking if it was about the new Justin Timberlake song, which he likes, which I think sounds like garbage.
No. I wouldn’t let a disagreement about a mediocre comeback from Mr. JT ruin a Facebook friendship. That would be too petty, even for me.
Last night I deactivated my Facebook account. I’m bored with it, frustrated. I never see anything good. And yet I find myself, in every instant of boredom (waiting for the train, riding the train, waiting at red lights, waiting to fall asleep, waiting for the bigger moments in life) constantly checking my newsfeed, always finding something so mundane. I have to ask myself, isn’t there something better I could be doing with my time? It seems like almost everything everyone is posting is so dull. Half of my 600 “friends” are people I wouldn’t really want to hang out with offline. So what am I doing?
I miss the days when Facebook was exciting, back in college. At my school (Eastern Connecticut), we were super excited when we got it because it meant we were finally catching up to our friends down the street at UConn. Back then you had to verify your account with a .edu email address. Your only network was your college. You could only have one photo, and your wall was a mess. Now we have timeline, privacy issues, groups, likes. It’s a completely different animal than it used to be. It’s mundane. It’s not special anymore.
It’s just a break, a temporary vacation. I only want to be gone for a little while. Facebook is like a bad boyfriend: I know I don’t love him but I keep going back because I guess I just don’t want to be alone.