Facebook

I really feel uneasy being on Facebook. It makes me feel disliked and fake as there are many people on there that I don't know anything about and won't possibly, ever.

I feel uneasy about having met someone once and them insisting, absolutely, to be friends on Facebook straight afterwards, never speaking to them again or even caring about them and having the clutter of their uncared-for presence, on both profiles friends list.

Facebook is really not for me. The only reason I go on there is to join up with some recent-added people that I met at a Welsh party and who did friends requests (felt obliged to add them) though it is nice to know them and it makes me feel like I slightly know them, when I don't, when they don't give a damn about me and I feel insignificant to them.

I really don't like facebook.

Maybe I should close my account down.

I keep getting friends requests from people whom I don't really want to know much about. And having to write to them explaining I don't like facebook because it is all fake and I never go there, which is a lie, as I am on there every day, maybe twice a day since a few weeks.

It feels like a mental clutter. Something I am half joyful, half dutiful having to deal with. A modern device for xommunication and expression which I find does the opposite of it.


Facebook is not an expression of my creativity since its silly interface restricts what you can post, how much you can post and who can see your stuff.
Facebook is so private that nobody out of the outside world can see it unless they do a friends request to my acccount, and I don't want people to do me friends request just because they want to see what I have writen.
I want them to see it just if they wish to and open their internet browser at the right accessible page, and see whatever they may vaguely be interested in, from what I have done. Without needing to do any requests of any sorts. Then, they can wobble off elsewhere and leave me alone, giving me the impression that they don't really care, which is very nice as I can get on with my business without fuss.

With Facebook, it is another story, what you have writen may have been read or not and you will never know as you can't see the number of views on your "status"(not that I look at such things) and if it is not commented about I get all upset and feel insignificant and then start getting angry at having a friends list since nobody really cares anyway.
Except Paul who posts-reply-a-lot as he is considerately caring and he reads-a-lot-too because he is a social king and Terry occasionaly as long as it is not about emotional stuff otherwise he runs away like hell and pretends he hasn't read it. And maybe Barry who sometimes reads my status-thing and comments too. And Voltane. And maybe Robert sometimes. Actually, that is quite a lot of my friends list, 5 out of 25. [comment removed]

Facebook is the software of a control freak and fake recognition from people. You think you know people because they are at the tip of your fingers and you can talk to them and they can talk to you but... Does it happen with the ones you want it to happen with? Usually not.

Through it, you may get to know a bit of the personality of a friend who posts a lot of "tell us what's on your mind" comments, and know about their life, which is an education of some sort.

What to do with facebook? I find it is a bit more sensitive to actually declutter the friends list on it, in the same way that I have de-cluttered my Photoblog friends list, because I never talk to the people nor they ever talk to me nor give me any sign of being interested in my blog nor I have the time or inclination to look at it. Mind, since I decluttered it, I have many less views on my blog. Which is fine. Yes yes, it is absolutely fiiiiiine. Iiiih.

What to do with facebook?

It makes me feel so antisocial and spiky, bordering on the aggressive, because I am obliged to be polite and acknoledge others as I don't want to ignore them since they are on my supposed "friends list".

What a load of clutter. I should have stayed away from it and kept to my dearly blog whom I can tell everything I want to, without making a fuss of it and it being available to the whole world without needing to have been friends requested by anyone, nor cluttering their friends list nor them cluttering mine.

I am a terrible friend, and would probably win the contest of worst social person on earth. Other than the Buddhists people that live in the trees in India and don't say a word to anyone, they are probably worse than I (but at least they are doing some useful meditation to save the earth, which I am not).

So please, avoid me, ignore me, and leave me out of your friends list.