The Facebook Enigma: When Social-Networking Sites Infiltrate Our Real Lives

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Come on people, it’s time to let go of our little digital worlds full of people we care nothing about.  We spend more time on laptops and cell phones “Facebook stalking” (yes this is a word) than actually talking to REAL people around us.  I give a pass to far-flung families who have ongoing message threads or use the site to swap photos and news. Fine. Legitimate.  However, I’m staring to find it sickening how obsessed some people are with their pages.  One of my good friends urged me to stop posting on mine—no need to tell everyone what I’m doing all the time, where I am, or who I’m with.   After a few months of barely sharing, I realized how weird it was that people would “check in” at restaurants or post pictures of what they were eating or drinking for the world to see.  Does the world really need to know you are at Taco Bell in Reno, Nevada with Dave, Kate, and Rajesh RIGHT NOW?  Me, me, me generation right here!

I had enough. A few weeks ago I deleted over half of my Facebook friends in a matter of days.

Criteria for dismissal:

  1. I had no idea who you were.
  2. I hadn’t seen you (in person) within the past year.
  3. I couldn’t remember where I met you.
  4. I hadn’t talked to you (in person) within the past year.
  5. I hadn’t talked to you (on Facebook, email, or text) within the past year.
  6. You constantly posted annoying statuses about your life, eating habits, or lame boyfriend.
  7. You made daily, political rants that offended me.
  8. You didn’t have a cute dog that outweighed any of the other reasons for dismissal.

I was proud of myself. I’m naturally a bit of a “neat freak” and having a “clean” Facebook, populated by only people I genuinely talked to and cared about was a good feeling.  But, just as I was feeling good, it started to go very bad.