Like Mark Zuckerberg gives a shit.
Or why I stopped using Facebook.
When you deactivate your Facebook account, it takes you through several steps of grief for your loss. First, there’s “are you sure you want to quit? You’ll no longer be able to connect with…”.
This was the first reason I knew deactivating the account was the right move. It pulled up 4 people I wouldn’t miss. Sorry mom.
Next it showed me pictures of puppies being tortured. “If you leave, our intern will turn this pug into chili.” That almost worked. But then I remembered the pug chili I had last time I visited Tucson. Absolutely gummy. No one’s gonna eat that, no way they waste their time on it.
After showing me visual cues of my depressing life without Facebook, they showed me a poll, asking straight up why I wanted to leave. They gave me a list of choices. Privacy, no. Relevance, no. None of the reasons listed are the reasons I left.
I’m not high-minded about Facebook. I don’t think it’s beneath me. I signed up as a way to understand the site, and learn about how others used it. At first it was interesting to reconnect with people from high school and college. As someone lacking in basic social skills, it followed the same path as most other interactions with people. Meet. Quick chat to catch up. Never talk again. And since I make my real life miserable, imagine how my virtual life went. FMVL.
After a few months, I stopped finding people. Then I started dropping people who showed up in my feed to much. Then I stopped logging in. Then I stopped responding to alerts from the site.
Then I realized, this is just what I thought it was. Partly the technology, partly who I connected to, partly my personality (and responsibility), Facebook for me was the worst kind of surface level relationships. The kind I’ve run from my whole life. Most of my interaction on the site was the kind of high school crap that I avoid like the plague. Farmville, MafiaWars, pointless causes, invites I couldn’t accept. For me, Facebook was like the entire internet sending their daughters to me to sell Girlscout cookies.
When I tried to make a go of it, I realized I couldn’t even find the people or things I was looking for in my feed. It was all noise. And that’s when I decided to split for good.
The media is starting to paint Facebook as some kind of bad guy. The media will figure out the right mix of privacy plus greed plus technology for their stories shortly. But it isn’t. The truth is, it’s an amazing service that they offer for free. For me (and I suspect many others in the near future) Facebook has just become boring.
It was a fad to join. And it will be a fad to quit. I guess you could say I’m an early adopter.
*Full disclosure: Facebook did not show me pictures of tortured puppies, or threaten to do so. But it was kind of implied.
**Originally published on Desonesto Doctrine




