I sneaked back onto Facebook and noticed something right away. My absence wasn’t noticed. Not even by me. The lives of the Facebookies did not erupt in turmoil at my absence. There were no huge, gaping holes where my contributions should have been. It was as if my existence was minimal to Facebook. Or worse…not noticed. Oh. Boy. What a surprise.
That’s the thing. Facebook gives its devotees a false sense of value. As if they mattered. The reality, of course, is that no one really matters on Facebook. It’s an anonymous ego machine that gets fat on expectations.
Yet it has replaced the front porch. And the bar (sort of). And the barbershop. And the corner grocery.
I do not like this. But, then, I don’t like war and famine, either, yet I was not asked to permit them to intrude on my planet. It’s reasonable to want to end war and famine. But Facebook? It doesn’t quite compare, does it?
Hard to say. Very hard to say.