The Pleasures of A (Virtual) Massacre


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Mark Zuckerberg (or his ‘people’) describe Facebook as ‘a social utility that connects people with friends and others who work, study and live around them.’ However, I find that Facebook is much more likely to make you hate your ‘friends’ than help forge stronger connections.

One major problem with Facebook is that too many people seem to take the proposal of ‘What’s on your mind?’ as completely literal. Many fail to have any kind of filter and offer to the world exciting updates on what they are eating, when they are going to bed and detailed information on family feuds and relationship dramas. Although there is nothing as exciting as watching a Facebook fight unfold, there is something fundamentally wrong with a person  sharing this information with on average 300 people. You wouldn’t ring your entire ‘friends’ list on Facebook and tell them your woes. So why do so many of us have virtual diarrhoea of the mouth on Facebook?

I think it’s a lot to do with wanting to prove we have a suppose

dly exciting life. Facebook encourages us to share photos, life events and to check in constantly.

It wouldn’t be so bad if we were only friends with actual, real friends on Facebook. If that was the case there’d likely be fifteen people who I would trust with my problems and who truly ‘get’ me. Being friends with every Tom, Dick and Harry means I’m comparing my life against people I barely know and my newsfeed is filled with statuses that I don’t really give a damn about.

It is partly my own fault. In the past I have added people after one meeting (my logic being you never know, they could be a new lifelong friend/possible soul mate). I even added my Minister. However after a few ignored birthday wishes and a public invitation on my page a few years back to a ‘Farmville’ New Year’s Eve party, I made the risky move of defriending someone for the first time.

I cannot recommend a Facebook friends cull enough. It will feel like a weight has been lifted from your shoulder when you no longer have to read some randomer’s posts of undying love for One Direction and the statuses of that boy you were obsessed with at age fourteen but have since realized is a complete bore with no personality.

I believe a Facebook cull should become a recognized yearly event such as a spring clean. It may be cruel but it’s much better to waste hours on Facebook interacting with people you actually care about.


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