Bloodheart wrote:
I dislike Facebook - I have a lot of my friends on there...now I don't use my online journal/they don't use theirs so we know even less about what is going on in each others lives, and most of my friends seem to communicate less and less with both me and each other, and what little communication there is becomes so shallow. You can be removed from others friends list without any explanation, which is petty to complain about but a little hurtful when it is someone you actually know.
People don't really know the people on their friends list, that's fine, but there's no communication between anyone it seems (lots of your privet posts being displayed to friends of friends though, which is just great), it's all about popularity - I am not a number! I have lots of random's on my friends list on Facebook too...now say for example ten years ago, I made friends by talking to totally random people on ICQ and that worked...on Facebook again you get this shallow communication if any, and as well as killing off online journals it seems to have killed off instant messaging via ICQ, YIM and MSN too.
I can see all the 'normal' people having fun, with lots of friends - I don't 'get' fun, I rarely get to socialise and have fewer friends than some others so this makes me depressed/lonely, and other people can now see from my profile that I have few friends, no social life, and have little going on right now - YEY!
Gee, that sucks! Yeah, like I said, Facebook profiles are more like popularity poles. I've got 15,000 unknowners, aren't I special? I don't even communicate with my relatives on this site anymore. I was going to shut mine down (like I did myspace), until my sister text me saying, "DON'T YOU DARE!" Apparently it was because of my profile pictures. SO WHAT?! !
Now that internet has gotten personal and gone outside the world of business, I believe we, as a people, are in a lot of trouble. Pretty soon, instead of getting off your ass, to go next door and have a decent conversation with your neighbor, you'll choose to chat from unwilligness to walk. Oh my god, what a chore!