Lately, Facebook has been in the news a lot, and I’m reading lots of articles comparing it to favourite social media websites of the past such as MySpace, LiveJournal and Friendster. Has it, too, had its day?
I’ve had a love/hate relationship with Facebook since I can remember. At first, I was very reluctant to join. Did I really want everyone knowing what was going on in my life, where I was, what I was doing, who I was with, etc., etc., etc.? I mean, there are other ways of finding out that information, isn’t there?
As an author, I know I should be using Facebook to help promote my book and my blog but, just over a year ago, I had decided enough was enough and finally gave Facebook its marching orders.
Here are my seven reasons why I deleted my Facebook account.
Time. Did you know that some people can spend a whole day on Facebook? Yes, a full day! I know people can also spend all day on other sites (some I’m not going to mention) and I’ve heard firsthand from some who wake up in the middle of the night and admit to logging onto their Facebook account just in case they’ve missed anything. Facebook was eating into my writing time. It had to stop! When scrolling through Facebook posts, when I could have been writing, I realised just how many ideas for stories and blog posts I’d let fly by. Something had to be done. I deleted my Facebook account.
The Past. It was my own fault; I should never have accepted those friends requests, but when people I hadn’t seen for over 40 years continuously messaged me every time I logged on, I began to get a little fed up and irritated with them. I never get angry or irritated (unless the outside temperature is over 25c and it’s humid) so something had to be done. I deleted my Facebook account.
Talking. Picking up the phone and calling somebody to tell them what a fantastic day out I’d had only to be informed that they’d already seen and read about it on somebody else’s Facebook timeline, was killing the art of conversation. If these friends already knew about my day, week, month, and what I’d been up to, then was there any point in talking directly to them anymore? I love people, I mean I am after all a ‘people person,’ but Facebook was taking away the art of conversation from me. Something had to be done. I deleted my Facebook account.
Location. Scrolling through Facebook and seeing posts such as ‘Mildred Longbottom – in Starbucks at the top of Mount Everest‘, and wondering why Mildred (who is a made-up friend) was even telling the world that she was in Starbucks. Seriously, would anyone really be interested? Facebook was continually giving me useless information I was not the least bit interested in. Why do people have to keep checking themselves in everywhere they go? Am I missing something here? Do I really care? Something had to be done. I deleted my Facebook account.
Photos. Some of the photos were amazing. Then there were the plain silly ones. Then there were the ones people were actually posting directly on my Facebook timeline. Do I really want to see a photo of two sausage rolls or a half-eaten banana being dipped into some whipped cream? Okay, I know I could have altered my settings, but could I really be bothered by all of that? Wasn’t sorting out my sock drawer more interesting? Something had to be done. I deleted my Facebook account.
Hackers. Perhaps I was too trusting, but when somebody from the same area as me (who was also a writer) sent me a friend’s request, and I accepted, I was a little shocked when she then posted an eye-popping photo on my Facebook timeline. I know it’s all about settings again, but I worried about how many of my friends had their eyes popped out before I deleted the offending photo, and reported the offending account to Facebook (as it had apparently been hacked). All my worry was already reserved for when and if The Spice Girls would ever reform. Something had to be done. I deleted my Facebook account.
Birthdays. I don’t know what’s worse; logging onto Facebook and getting lots of messages wishing you a ‘happy birthday’ (when it’s not your birthday), or telling the world it’s your birthday when, like me, you’re an introvert and don’t want all the fuss. The embarrassment of then being asked if it really was my birthday and that if it wasn’t then when was it, is not something I really want to get involved in. Aren’t there people out there (called scammers) who look for this kind of information so they can apply for a credit card in your name? Something had to be done. I deleted my Facebook account.
I know many people love Facebook, and have many good reasons for using it but, for me, having got rid of Facebook and lived without it for a year, I can confirm that life doesn’t come off the rails without it. In fact, for the first time, I can remember when asked the question ‘Are you on Facebook?’ I didn’t get that strange look I get when I turn green and announce that the jolly green giant has arrived.
If you want to know how to delete your Facebook account, I found this great article that explains how to do it. Click here to read it.
Also, check out this interesting post from Elena Peters – Is Facebook Even Worth The Time And Effort For Bloggers?
And this post from Phil Taylor, who predicted the end of Facebook – I Hate To Say I Told You So But I…Predicted #DeleteFacebook.
What about you? Have you deleted your Facebook account? If so, what were the reasons? Are you still on Facebook? If so, what keeps you there and how much time do you spend on it? Do you think Facebook has had its day?
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