Facebook, It’s Not You, It’s Me: Why Facebook Fails to Tickle Our Pickle
Facebook, you’re hot. Really you are..
It’s just that .. well .. I don’t feel the same anymore. Once upon a time, I’d excitedly check my computer to see who added me as a friend, who wrote on my wall, or what event was going on.. even when I got my iPhone, I was razzed up – pop up notifications? Heck yea! Three people wrote on my wall .. sickkkkk!!! But that was then .. this is now. Facebook, I adore you but I think we might have to take a break .. (read: major time apart aka I am going to slore it up on different social media websites), and I’m sorry. I know you need closure, so here’s why I’m taking a step back from you:
- Photos With 19,347,032 Likes
You know exactly what I’m talking about Facebook. The photos where if I like a picture of a little boy, someone will feed him for an extra day, or if I like a picture of a bunny it’ll happily hop forever. These photos create guilt within me, Facebook. Yesterday, I liked a photo I didn’t even like because it said “Like if you love your mom”. Obviously I love my mom, she’s a nifty creature, but I could have lived without the guilt. I now feel compelled to like these modern day chain letters, and I don’t like it one bit. It’s to the point where I scroll as fast as I can if I see a photo with 10,000 likes in fears of waking up whatever hoax it contains. Meh.
- “Like”s Aren’t Titillating Anymore
Likes were really exciting. REALLY exciting when they first came out. I remember the first time I got 11 likes on a status. It was a status about going to the beach in LA. Yup, I would have liked it too because well, I like the beach, and I like LA. Nowadays, people change their profile photos like they change underwear hoping for new daily likes. Everyone’s magically turned into a freaking photographer, and showcase their mobile uploads as the next work of art. The worst is when I write on someones wall, they respond, I respond, and we go back and forth and like every single one of each others comments. No I take it back, the worst is that I expect the other person and vice versa to like everything. Facebook, you’ve made “liking” a wee bit played out.
- Timeline Has Visually Impaired Me
I used to be able to go on my friends page, scroll down to see comments, photo albums, newly made friends, or any new page likes in a reasonable, fashionable order. I’m really not anal-retentive either, btw. I wake up late, hit snooze about 20 times, and fist pump Continue reading
