September 23, 2011 27 Comments Under social media
Dear Facebook: It’s Over Between Us
I just can’t take it anymore. Stick a fork in this relationship because I am done. Please don’t act surprised. Surely you saw this coming; our relationship has been lopsided ever since we got engaged. It just seems like I’m making all the effort – I give and give and give, and you take and take and take. You know so much more about me than I’ll ever know about you. Your never-ending desire to micromanage everything about me has run its course. 
I don’t know what happened. At first, our relationship was exciting. I was more than willing to share the details of my world with you. If you asked for more, I gave you more. If you suggested pictures, I went along with it. Pretty soon, I was open to entire electronic photo albums. I haven’t updated my countless shoe boxes of pre-digital prints since Y2K, yet I took the time to create, crop, edit, write and tag several albums because you kept nagging me about it.
In the beginning, I was okay with all the games – Farmville, Cityville, Frontierville, and the list goes on. Even though I didn’t want to play, you threw it in my face every time any of our friends played. I almost lost it when you pushed the “send hearts/hugs/flowers/smiles/desserts” and other useless crap on me, but at least you let me decide about whether or not to participate.
And then, you wanted to know where I was and who I was with. At first, the interest seemed flattering until I realized that your push to know my whereabouts and the company I kept was just another attempt at control and a huge time drain for me.
Speaking of company, I remember when you used to be fine with my choice of friends. Then you started “suggesting” friends for me as if I couldn’t make good choices. Maybe your suggestions were because of that creepy ex-boyfriend and a few others I had to cut off, but I wrongly thought that meant you cared.
Or maybe your actions were because you completely redefined the meaning of “friend”; your idea of a friend meant anyone from an acquaintance to the high school freak to the store cashier, pretty much anyone with a pulse. I don’t care how popular you are, nobody has thousands of what I call “friends”. And then you wanted to decide which friends I should hear from?! Don’t you think that’s just a little too controlling? Maybe not, but I found your behavior to be quite the turn-off.
The final straw was this week’s attempt to determine what I would find interesting. Seriously? It’s like the Steven Covey organizational system, which is nothing but a flawed organizational process developed by men to help keep men organized while women have been multi-tasking for centuries without a three-ring binder or expensive seminars.
Do you actually think you can read my mind? Worse, do you think I’m incapable of making such determinations? Either way, it’s insulting and yet another time drain for me.
So Facebook, I’m breaking up. It’s over. Don’t contact me; I’ll contact you. And no, we can’t just be friends.









