I am not on “The Facebook”. The reasons are pretty simple, I don’t want to know want a guy I went to high school with 40 years ago ate for dinner, or that the women who lives two streets behind me hates Hillary and has the video to prove it or that my Dad has the Easter bunny visiting his yard and here is a picture of his (her?) poop (I still contend they are left over Raisinets). The bottom line, I don’t have enough space in my life for Facebook, I don’t have space in my life to care about what you ate for dinner, or that you hate Hillary, or that you are wasting perfectly good Raisinets in your yard.
Facebook is about the past, it’s about yesterday. It’s about look where I have been, look who I saw, look what I wore and look what I bought, look, look, look. Honestly who gives a crap, apparently 1.6 billion of you do give a crap. I’ve got a past and I don’t need to relive it with you or 500 of my “closest” Facebook friends, none of us do.
The important parts of my past, the parts I want and need to remember, meeting my wife, getting married, our first house and the birth of my children are already there for me in pictures and stories. These moments are etched in my brain and you don’t need to know about them. They add no value to your existence so why share it and why would you want it to take-up space in your own life?
As Neil Young said “The past is such a big place” and believe me it doesn’t need any help getting bigger. It is estimated that 107 billion people have lived on this earth, wrap your head around that number. So think about it, 107 billion people who had 107 billion past, Neil’s right the past is a pretty big place. We don’t need Facebook’s help. The past is going to happen without the advertising, the likes or the messages. The bigger question is; why are you still living in it? You are one of 7 billion people here today. We all need to focus on being one of the 7 billion living in the present.
The solution is simple, get off of it. Quit comparing your life to some random Joe who you barely know. You realize, don’t you, they are only sharing the good parts of their life. Facebook is like the Christmas card you get every year from the family who includes the year-long narrative about how great the year has been, how smart their kids are and what fabulous vacations they went on. Sorry, I don’t buy it, no way in hell they had 365 days of heavenly bliss. I would rather hear the story about the mess, then I would know their story, like my story, is real.