So I’m thinkin’ of leaving Facebook. I’ve been threatening this for a few months, most recently complaining to Karen, a college pal I saw over the holidays for the first time in 30 years … thanks to Fb. Over dinner in Bethlehem, not far from the dorm where we first met, Karen suggested I categorize my Friends so I’m not drowning in endless posts of inspiration, family photos and simple observations from people I may like but don’t want to “see” daily. Like people I met at business-card exchanges, or who post every time they make tea, soup or see a deer in the yard. Or the Merolla family from Turi, Puglia, Italy – to whom I may or may not be related – who friended me two years ago.
The notion to make the break came on the eve of the general election. I am a liberal, and while I’d been posting lots of liberal-minded articles and links, there was one that led to three of my online friends getting into some nasty name-calling on my Wall. I deleted the entire thread, and on my update wrote: No more politics. Back to cat pictures, with photos of our two rescues, Calpurnia and Eve.
Seventy-seven friends hit Like within 24 hours.
Since then, pretty much all of my posts have been shares of other cat photos or links to cute cat videos. Or they are pictures of our own fur girls, who, most recently, wished everyone a Happy New Year, posting their resolutions, which include more napping and honing their people skills.
Before throwing the baby out with the bathwater, though, I decided to do as Karen suggested. A week later, one of my Friends in a “lower” category messaged me to see if I was okay because I hadn’t clicked Like on something she thought I’d…like. But I see you’ve been commenting all over the place, she’d written. And ended with a string of ??????? I was busted.
This is all just too much work and pressure. And I can surely keep in touch with close friends the old-fashioned way: email. Oh, I’d miss updates from Nancie, who posts fun music-video links. I’d miss what Liesbeth has to say, as our social consciences are closely aligned. And I’d miss the dozens of birthday wishes I get every year, including those from the Merolla family in Turi, Puglia, Italy.
So anticipating that come Valentine’s Day, I will no longer be receiving Hugs and Hearts from high school friends I haven’t seen since 1976, I am posting here: Calpurnia and Eve wish you a day filled with ♥ …and chocolate, which we can’t eat. ☹