In five words, I am tired of Facebook.
I am tired reading that John is now friends with Cindy and James. I am tired reading that Suzanne likes this band or that company. I am tired reading that Andrea is going to an event in two weeks. I am tired reading that Bruce is planting a garden.
As much as I am tired reading some status messages that my friends write and every automatic message that appear whenever they click yes for this or a like button for that, I have no choice but to see these messages.
Maybe I’m jaded.
I joined the social networking site in early 2005 as a graduate student, when it was only available to users with .edu email addresses.
I’ve witnessed many changes over the years, not the least of which involved nearly everyone I know and their mothers joining the bandwagon. I remember synchronizing my email account’s contacts with Facebook’s universe of users and finding a handful of common users — usually, students from another college or a tech-savvy acquaintance who joined once Facebook allowed the world to join in 2006. I sync the accounts today, and it’s odd to find someone not a Facebook user.
My love-hate relationship with Facebook has reached a peak and I really want to delete my account but there are two reasons why I won’t.
First, I created and manage
three Facebook pages which people constantly join and participate in; and my understanding is they’d cease to exist if the page creator ceases. Why stop the value for others just because I want to stop?
Second, even if I successfully delete myself, Facebook retains user data and mines it to advertisers. Why make it easier for the company to own me?
I’m not announcing that Facebook sucks, but I’ve had enough.
(Un)fortunately, I’m not disappearing from the Facebook roster anytime soon. I’m merely prioritizing my time on the site. I’ll continue managing the three aforelinked pages and that’s about it.
You? Where do you stand on the movement of people wanting to delete their Facebook accounts?