I vaguely remember joining Facebook some time after the birth of my second child, but the exact year escapes me. I reluctantly joined, was a quick convert ….. and I suppose one can say the rest is history.
However, over the course of time, I have developed a love-hate relationship with site.
I hate the “don’t I have such a great life” posts. I hate the “complain, complain, complain” posts. I hate the “self-righteous holier than thou” posts. I hate that I have written such posts and then some.
I love the posts where someone makes me smile. I love the posts that connect me with friends in a way that was never possible before. I love the posts that make feel I am not alone.
Quite honestly, I am tired of the “work” that is involved to keep up with Facebook. I have deleted most of my photos. I have closed my wall. I have turned off my email notifications. I have hidden people and I have hidden almost all of the information I once so proudly posted. If there was a way to delete my entire wall with a click of a button, I would have pressed that button long ago. The idea of trying to find my first post to delete – well – I am just too lazy to even try this exercise.
So in the end, I toy with the idea of closing my entire account and yet, I can’t bring myself to do it. Do I fear I will miss something if I am gone? Do I fear whether anyone would even realize I was no longer online?
Facebook, why can’t I quit you?
I suppose in the end, the good just outweighs the bad or in this case, the love outweighs the hate. So for now, I remain a Facebook user and pray Zuckerberg’s men create a simple “delete all prior posts” button.