December 8th, 2009
Facebook: the devaluation procession

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Log in, deactivate, log out.
My beloved Mia recently did this. She deactivated her Facebook account, and to me that’s a stroke of good.
I’ve been thinking about this ever since most of my friends signed up for Facebook accounts. When somebody signs up, she/he tries to get the hang of it. Then, the flurry of status updates, applications, group invitations, blah, blah. Time passes. What changes? Most people comment on each-other’s updates, click to Facebook-like something but…what does it amount to?
To me, it feels like Facebook-like’ing isn’t at all the same as saying “I like this”. To me, the gist of Facebook gestures doesn’t whittle away with time as much as it actually devalues the gist.
I don’t think feeling like this is brought on by some sort of net fatigue, as I feel intensely happier by receiving an e-mail from a friend than watching my Facebook live flow of updates, applications and friends rushing. Actually, those people I truly connect with I mostly do outside of Facebook, thank Bog. At least, that’s where the meaningful happens.
A lot of people talk a lot about how we shouldn’t get wrapped up in one big web service, like Facebook or Google. But I say it’s not the provider but the content that says it all, and currently I’m sick of Facebook.
edit: I’ve just deactivated my Facebook account. Adios!

December 8th, 2009 at 13:34
Praise the lord.
December 8th, 2009 at 14:52
I just got rid of Facebook! I feel freaking ELATED!
December 8th, 2009 at 14:40
You did? Copycat.
December 8th, 2009 at 15:13
I'm a real HÄRMIS and I can't tell you how good this feels! Celebrations!
December 8th, 2009 at 19:51
Hoppla!
December 8th, 2009 at 22:57
Ja, oväntat. Men det känns bra. Några timmar senare och jag känner mig mer utvilad. Får se hur det känns om en månad.
January 3rd, 2010 at 22:49
Very good post. I have just left FB for the very same reasons you describe. It feels good.
January 4th, 2010 at 04:51
Thank you. It's very much a I-can't-be-bothered moment for me. Sheep's bleats.
January 4th, 2010 at 04:51
Thank you. It's very much a I-can't-be-bothered moment for me. Sheep's bleats.