This time around, reactivating my Facebook account helped me arrive to the ultimate decision to permanently remove myself from this social network. For one thing, having been away from Facebook, for a total of.... 6 months this year made me realize that this website plays no relevant role in my life.
Okay, okay, before I continue, I will confess that I have once been a Facebook junkie and alot of the points that I'll be making can be used against me. But, the infamous "FIRST STEP" is after all, accepting/acknowledging that you have a problem lol.
I have tried to permanently deactivate my Facebook account months ago. I've deleted more than 300 people off my list. I've removed whatever applications I had installed. Deleted photo albums, and untagged myself off photos. Deleted photos of myself. Made my profile extremely private. The whole nine yards.
But there is a catch to deleting your Facebook account: There is a 2-week interval during which one must not log into their accounts in order for the deactivation to come through. Like seriously, how sly are the brains behind all this facebook farce? Most people end up logging into their accounts after only days of abstinence from Facebook. Such as myself. I usually activate my account for a period of 5 minutes before deactivating it again. But still, what a loser.
I now,use facebook for the sole purpose of "stalking" people. But really, have I just sunked to a new low? Man.
Not on Facebook to "stay in touch" with friends and acquaintances. That can be done via MSN or Skype or even Blogger.
Definitely not on Facebook to show off how totally awesome my life is. Cause it's anything but. My life is mainly a repetition of things I did yesterday, and a foreshadowing of what I will be doing tomorrow. Boring? Yeah. Not even posting photos of myself at parties or whatever is going to change that.
Not on Facebook to use pointless and time-wasting applications. Farmville, Restaurant City, Mafia Wars -- Really? What's the point of adding strangers you don't even give a shit about, just so you can move up the ladder at a world that doesn't exist?
Do I care about what people think and what they did in the weekend? No. Do I enjoy singing along to the lyrics posted in my friends' status messages? No. Do I derive utility from reading overused and unoriginal phrases like "I miss you sayang" and "I love you baby" over and over again? Hell no.
Do I think that people care about anything I'd have to say? Or what I think about "what's his face" or "what's her face"? Of course not. I am 100% sure noone gives a rat's ass about the thoughts that occur in my head and what I'd have to say about anything.
Not an important person, not popular, and not about to pursue a career in event planning. Hence, Facebook events is irrelevant to me. Who gives a crap about whether I like Californication, or Dexter, or Adidas, or Colin Firth? Noone. Why would I join an interest group in which people are only interested to bash each other instead of providing positive inputs of any sort.
That said, I'm ready to rid off my Facebook account (Twitter, Plurk and Tumbler too for that matter) and pursue what might be a socially reclusive life in which I'd actually have to shake a person's hands (Dear God!!) and talk to them on a face-to-face basis (The Horror!!). Moments of awkward silence and brain farts await me, BoY oH bOy, aM i ExCiTeD!