I just un-friended Facebook. It’s not that I have a problem with Mark Zuckerberg. He seems like a sweet, filthy-rich kid with a lot going for him, including a smart and lovely new wife. I hope he doesn’t take this personally.
But I can no longer live two lives, the one involving real people and problems and the make-believe one that skips across my computer screen every 20 minutes.
Actually, that’s the problem. When I was ‘on’ Facebook, I had the constant urge to check in with my 398 friends, most of whom I’d never actually met and wouldn’t recognize if they were in the process of giving me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
At some point, I started paying more attention to who was ‘liking’ what and which ‘friends’ were playing that stupid farm game or posting pictures of sunsets (hello, Rod McKuen?) or asking me to join this or that cause that I actually forgot to wish my brother a Happy Birthday. But I did manage to post “Happy Birthday” on the web pages of 27 strangers.