I think Facebook destroys simplicity and beauty. And humility, and refined understatement. You know, I think there is a saying about how if you have to tell people you are something, you most often really aren’t. Facebook epitomizes all of that.
I like people who don’t have them. They lack the shitload of vanity most human beings tend to have.
I also think it rots your brain even more than television. And you’ll end up with Alzheimer’s if you spend the rest of your life on it.
And I think it’s the most depressing thing in the world. Why is everyone so happy when I am not? But nobody is really that happy, or pretty, or intelligent, or whatever else it is they like to project (sometimes it’s sadness. Most the time, if they’re posting on Facebook, they really aren’t all that sad anyway.)
So many times I think of deleting it, and then I think of my family, whom I often correspond with via Facebook. Next I think of my friends, who only make Facebook invites for events. And I wonder if I’ll end up falling off the face of the earth if I can no longer be invited to someone’s birthday celebration via Facebook.
But I’d like to go places and not have that stupid urge to take 1,000 photographs. I’d like to take zero most the time, but a few good ones now and then, to save for my own reminiscing. It tends to take away from the wonder or excitement of any moment when you’re watching it from your viewfinder.
I have more to say but I’ll end it here because I’m sensing I’m already starting to sound like a real ass hole (I am, I absolutely am an ass hole.)