Zucker-ice-berged Again.
Since returning
to Facebook largely for work reasons, I can truly see why I decided to come
off.
Maybe it’s my
perception of it, or maybe it’s down to a few people within my network, but browsing the social media Goliath usually only serves to make me feel
bad about my life. From behind the rose-tinted filter
of Facebook everyone’s having a better time than you. They’re happier, better
looking, more successful and more financially solvent and their friends a lot
more interested in what they’re up to. You’re the
sweaty Gollum-like outcast peering through a steamed-up window at the
party you weren’t invited to; with a bit of luck you mind find a bit of cake in
the bin around the back that hasn’t been tainted by other rubbish.
I’ve written
about my distaste for Facebook more than once here, so you’d think I'd have
learnt my lesson. Sadly not; it drags you in like the misery porn of a road
traffic accident, leaving you lonely and maladjusted
to the world you’re reluctantly a part of. The most bizarre part is that none of
it’s real. We weren’t designed to see so much of each other’s lives at any
moment we want (or don’t want) it; it’s a sensory overload of other people’s kids, dinners, jobs, houses, cars, families, parties, weddings, funerals and
ice bucket challenges (clearly the most contemporary popular culture reference
I can come up with is circa 2014).
I might go
off-grid. Come join me; I’ll set up a Facebook event for it.