That gossipy friend of yours is turning 12

Facebook is 12 years old. According to my profile, I have been a member since 2007 at some point, which is scary to think about!

At this point in time, I don’t use it much anymore. It’s more habit than attraction that makes me scroll through the feed.

Once upon a time it was super exciting, and most of us probably shared pretty much every aspect of our lives on there (as the Timehop app tells me – some pretty cringe status updates in there!) Back then, the only way to chat was to write on each-other’s walls (which you then couldn’t comment on, so you would have to write on your friend’s wall to reply.) Today, we have a swanky separate messaging app, that can do all sorts of stuff for us.

It was all fun and games until all the questions around privacy and sharing surfaced, and until Facebook was adopted by the parent generation. I have a feeling that my parents and their generation enjoy Facebook way more than I do at this point in time, as a tool to connect with old friends, while over here all I want to do is disconnect with all those old friends that, once upon a time, I used to see in real life.

I still find Facebook to be the most narcissistic social network out there, and I don’t really like it. It’s all about airing your opinion, sharing your images, protecting your self image. You could argue that Instagram is just as bad, but personally I find Instagram way more inspiring – as long as you follow the right accounts and not ‘selfie-central’ (although some of those can be quite inspiring too, if done right.)

It’s probably just because I’m getting old, and in my old days I’ve started searching for more realness and deeper conversations than an occasional ‘like’ (how very stereotypical of me.) And, I more and more value my privacy and the fact that not every single person on my friend list needs to know what I’m doing all the time. It dilutes the experience of actually doing it I find. And it’s much more valuable to share an amazing experience (or just every day life) with a few people close to you, than 400 (mostly) strangers.

Imagine taking a picture, just for the sake of taking that picture and save it in a folder on your computer, and never share it with anyone, but just to have it as a memory, for yourself. Probably an alien thought to most people at this point in time!

 

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