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So, after months of negative thoughts and feelings toward her, and ultimately, very little final deliberation, I have left Facebook. The bitch just doesn’t make me happy anymore.
My relationship with Facebook lasted 8 years, and though I know others have stayed with her longer, it’s still a substantial amount of time.
It used to be so wonderful to connect with my friends and family, reconnect with long-lost people, post silly comments, and laugh at memes. I had a blast commenting weird shit to get a laugh. The more likes I got, the more validation. It was a wonderful thing.
But, it got dark.
At first it was the constant right wing rhetoric that got my blood pumping, but soon, even the leftist garbage annoyed more than compelled me. Videos that seemed so harmless started feeling like they were corrupting my mind in some way (see the last blog for more exciting info). It was like a drug, and still is. I have withdrawals, for certain, and they aren’t nice.
Conversations on FB used to be simple for me. I made some jokes, people LOLed — easy as blueberry pie. Now though, people want to have serious conversations, epic debates, and they want to change my mind on things. I too, want to change the minds of others.
Problem is, it’s impossible. A few words in a comment is so easily misinterpreted, and people have become so rabidly opinionated, that they will run those message boxes through a wood chipper to make the font on the other side see reason. It’s all hateful, even when I agree with what is said.
I have been called racist on FB. I have been called homophobic on FB. And most recently, I have been called misogynistic on FB.
I am sure I have a pinch of all of these in me, as I believe everyone does, but I am not on a level that I should be accused of these things. I have thought it through for several days, trying to figure out if I was missing something, but I just don’t think I am.
Everyone on FB has an agenda, a cause to fight for, and that is so admirable. But, everyone is also so easily offended, and FB is a hotbed of offence when you go looking for it. Every slight that is perceived on FB is heightened to an intense degree, as all things are on the internet. It happens, because we don’t have to consider another person that isn’t in the room. This has been talked about for decades, and is nothing new.
Bottom line, I am not happy getting attacked for 8 words I wrote 6 hours ago. I don’t care what the 8 words were, there is never a reason to jump to any conclusions based on that little information. Especially with no context or knowledge of intent.
But, the line that is even more on the bottom, in bold print: I don’t like that I do the same thing.