To me the layout of Facebook has become a messy version of Myspace. Random Pictures as if it is Tumblr, pictures of shit you don't care about, random adverts, a very disjointed layout that is from the geocities.com days and social awkwardness. The constant notices on your phone about someone "liking" something giving you no actual feeling of WHY or what made them click it. Closing a conversation before it even begins.
I tell you the best thing I ever did for myself was to turn off Facebook email alerts. My stress dropped significantly when I knew the bbbzzz on my phone was actually important.(Of course also have making rules for the 50th Bed Bath and Beyond 20% off coupon that day to stfu too.)
Even the NYtimes has something to say about it:
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/01/09/b...res-the-party-you-werent-invited-to.html?_r=0
Or the idea of using it to feel better about yourself:
Thoughts?
I tell you the best thing I ever did for myself was to turn off Facebook email alerts. My stress dropped significantly when I knew the bbbzzz on my phone was actually important.(Of course also have making rules for the 50th Bed Bath and Beyond 20% off coupon that day to stfu too.)
Even the NYtimes has something to say about it:
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/01/09/b...res-the-party-you-werent-invited-to.html?_r=0
And what about that problem Facebook has yet to address: in the case of divorce or breakup, who gets custody of the Mutual Friends? Even if the husband and wife decide to amicably Defriend and spare each other their social updates, a Mutual Friend can be a source of painful news leaks: oh, look, here’s a picture Mutual Friend has posted of a dinner party that includes your ex-husband and his new girlfriend. And damn it, he looks so happy.
Or the idea of using it to feel better about yourself:
I did, however, have the pleasure of looking at the Facebook pictures and seeing how old my friend had become. Or the person I knew from highschool who bullied me was now fat and unemployed!
Sure, there were always socially acceptable white lies or omissions employed to spare a friend’s feeling. But with Facebook and Instagram, they’re harder to carry off.
That out-of-town friend who was too busy with family problems to come visit you after surgery? There he is, surrounded by his buddies, at a balloon festival an eight-hour drive from his home. That tiny little family gathering a couple mentioned as the reason they couldn’t hang out Memorial Day? What are there -- 80 people in their backyard? And what makes it worse is that some of these events look really cool. What are those on the back lawn, lobster pots? And did they actually have fireworks?
I don’t have a lot of illusions about the alternate social universe that is Facebook. I understand that there are unwritten categories that include Friends Who Want Your Job, Friends Who Would Like to Borrow Your Boyfriend, Friends Who Think Your Work Really Stinks. But at least these categories are invisible. As a very funny friend once said, "Do you really want to know what people say behind your back?" And he is correct. Why would you want to know? If you’re feeling that masochistic, you can always Google yourself. There is brutality, the gurgling cesspool of the uncensored id. I am waiting for the inevitable news report of a plunge from a 30th-floor hotel room, and the iPhone left behind on the ledge with that final, anguished tweet: I can read these Comments no longer.
And meanwhile, to you the living, that wide world of Instagram addicts and Facebook users, do not speak of an intimate family gathering, then post pictures of you and several hundred people dancing oceanside.
In the parallel universe that is the real world, it makes waves.
Thoughts?