Well, I’ve done it. I’ve managed to do what other people only threaten to do and I’ve done it in one move without a second thought and, believe me, without a qualm. The results can be seen on the right hand side of this screen: there is no longer a Facebook picture of me, no longer a link to my page on Facebook. The only thing remaining is a link to Like for those few people – and it is very few indeed – who visit me from Facebook and wish to recommend this small Blog to their friends.
I was toying with several different options, and I’ve probably bored you with all of them at some time or another here. One recent one was that I change my listing to a real Page, instead of a profile. Yes, I did consider this, but came to the same conclusion as I came to with the Profile.
You will all remember that Facebook deleted my original profile a while back as I was busy updating it. I was given the option – which is a false word since I had no option whatsoever – of logging in again after they cut me off in full swing, and then told that I couldn’t log in because my Profile, the one where I had hundreds of links and entries and friends, had been disabled.
They weren’t even brave enough to justify their reasoning behind the deletion.
Since then, with the loss of so much hard work and so many good (Internet) friends, it simply hasn’t been the same. I’ve been very half-hearted when it comes to Facebook and my profile there. Not as many links, hardly any photographs, very few friends and contacts. I’ve been held back by the thought that the faceless things at Facebook could simply discard all my hard work, my friends and connections once again, and without a care in the world, fully aware that there is nothing I can do about it because they will simply ignore me, remain arrogant with their power and my loss. It seems so strange having faceless people running a company whose name is Facebook, but it fits perfectly. A book is a world of imagination where you create the faces of those characters the author has penned onto paper within your own mind, where you bring your own thoughts into play and weave your own world out of the basics you’ve been given. Many people create a world within Facebook, and have their only contact to friends and family around the world and then it’s almost as if the press office at Facebook copies the press announcement from April 6, 1933. It may well be your world that you hold in your hands, you may well have created and nurtured it, given hours of your time to it but we, the faceless authorities, can destroy it with one flick of a switch and no one can do anything about it.
So I’m leaving my profile on Facebook as it is, a threadbare remnant of what was there before, and I’m moving on and away. I won’t miss the few friends that I made there – in my second life – because I know that they wander through these pages now and then, and some of them send me sweet messages or we hold conversations with one another. And I certainly won’t miss Facebook itself, no matter how much they promote themselves and the theoretical service they claim to provide.
Real Life is so much better, and Facebook is a mere blot, an inconvenient and unwelcome smear on the clean pages of real friendships, of Real Life, of reality.
Love & Kisses, Viki.