Dear Mum,
You may remember that last Autumn I deleted my Facebook. It felt like the ringing in my ears had finally subsided, leaving the hubbub and frantic noise for calm and simplicity. After a fortnight, I caved.
Now that I’m working I’m contemplating purging myself of it once more. After all, I have no social life – it evaporated into thick London air when I bought my season ticket.
I don’t want to see online evidence of my friends’ exotic foreign jaunts or continuing student lifestyle.
Plus, it irks me that there are those who live their lives by it. These individuals update their status several times a day, ‘poke’ friends to the point of cyber bruising and gain all their information from their mini-feed.
Some others, however, regard Facebook as a dating facility. I’m not sure which is more worrying – the strangers sending friend requests or those who accept the stranger’s request. What happens next? Do these new ‘friends’ communicate on the ‘Chat’ bar? If they don’t chat, what’s the point? Aren’t they just clogging up one’s mini-feed?
Of course, I enjoy ‘Liking’ the odd status, commenting on a photo now and then, perhaps poking the boyfriend (a subtle reminder for him to ring me). But of the 492 Facebook friends I have accumulated I socialise with approximately 40 of them. And I communicate with just a dozen of them regularly.
Thus, life would be simpler without – the peaceful serenity that is reality. On which note, I need to be in bed for a 6am alarm clock! x
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