It seems that giving up Facebook is the thing to do at the moment and it makes sense. How many of us want to scream and throw our mobiles or laptop out of the window whenever we want to log in? I know I do. Maybe the world’s love affair with the site is coming to an end.
Maybe I’m just growing up. Gone are the days of getting tagged in nightclub photos and “poking” people. Those were the days right? Now it’s all baby photos from people I went to school with, or worse, pictures of engagement rings (which are clearly from Argos, but I’ll try and leave the bitterness out of this).
To be honest I don’t care what is happening in your womb during this week of your pregnancy. I don’t care about your relationship drama. I don’t care about how amazing your life is right now, or in fact, how amazing you want us all to think your life is. The fact is, I just don’t care about 90% of the people I’m “friends” with on there. If I want to stay in touch with you I’ll give you a call or something.
Facebook seems to be the graveyard of the social media world. Its all fine on Tumblr and Twitter with the #yolo of 2012 and Charlie Sheen winning jokes of 2010/2011 but the minute it gets to Facebook it’s mainstream. The jokes over. Facebook is the equivalent of that person who arrives just that little bit too late to the party. The lights have been turned on and some poor lamb has overdone the Jager and is throwing up in the garden, you know?
It was the final straw for me on Facebook when my nan joined. My nan on Facebook. I mean really?! Firstly she added me, then after deliberating for a good few weeks I accepted. She took one look at my photos and wall posts from friends and declared me “a disgrace”.
I want to be free of the politics. So much drama is centered about Facebook and quite frankly if I wanted drama I would watch a soap opera. I can’t be arsed with this shit.
Facebook, it’s not me, it’s you (and your one billion users). We need to go on a break.