It’s been a week since I’ve been away from facebook and I almost don’t miss it. Almost. It really became such a part of my day, mostly an enjoyable part. Like standing in line at the grocery store and browsing the tabloids for the latest Angelina Jolie rumors and who’s too fat or too thin. I wanted to let myself feel that I really was part of all of these “friend’s” lives, when in reality, if I was part of their lives, I’d see them or talk to them more than once a year. The word friend implies that there is a relationship between 2 people. A love and trust that holds two people together through thick and thin. Clearly many of the people that I correspond with on facebook are not really friends, they are voyeuristic acquaintances. We watch each other from afar and make our judgments about what we see. We “Like” what we see, we make clever comments or we just ignore them all together. This is our culture now and we need to either accept it or take a step back. I have taken that step back to try to get some perspective on my life and relationships. Of course I miss seeing pictures of my friend’s children and videos of dance recitals. I miss the political updates from my old buddy from Buffalo. I really miss the funny twits that my husband makes from his ipod. If I could just have all of the good and somehow filter out all of the bad, I’d be golden. All of the Farmville-ish crap drives me crazy though and I definitely do not miss any of that rubbish filling up my screen. Seeing anti-Obama posts, being asked to become a fan of a paper clip and seeing how many people are pushing for a “Dislike” button will definitely not be missed. I am not against social networking as a whole, I just wish it could be a bit more straight forward. If facebook had just somehow avoided all of those ridiculous games and fan clubs, and just stuck to communicating with long lost friends or current ones, I’d still be completely on board. Yes, I do have a fan club for MillionMiles. An old class mate of mine asked me to set it up and at the time, I felt all warm and fuzzy inside that someone wanted to be a fan of my craft. Now, when you can be a fan of a sandwich or of feeling your phone vibrate in your pocket when it’s not on, I don’t feel quite so special.
There is a sadness in knowing that the facebook world still turns without me and that I am most likely not even missed my the majority of my “friends”. They are involved in their own lives and the lives of all of their voyeuristic acquaintances. So, here I stay, writing and working through the puzzle of my own life. Trying to be a good parent as Miles’ little mind grows and gets more complicated. Figuring out what to crochet next, what to get Kofi for Christmas and what’s for dinner tonight.