Monday, September 17, 2012

Facebook

I love Facebook. I hate Facebook. It is the connection to family and friends. It is the albatross around my neck.

I have come to view Facebook (fb from here on) as a necessary evil, but I love it. I mean, where else can you see what your friends are doing every day? Well, I guess you could always call them! And therein lies the problem; I don't call my friends and they don't call me. Why would they? I am a fb post whore, I put everything up there, most would probably say that I am a fb over sharer and I know I am guilty.

But I do it because I can, because with one post I can share Amelia's first (or 5th) day of school with all of my family in Maine, Florida, Connecticut, England, and New Zealand, and anywhere else they might be. I can share a vacation picture with friends that are scattered far and wide. In the span of 30 seconds I can share something that might have taken days to reach all of our loved ones.

But there is the issue of not calling people. Sure I can get a vague idea of what my grandmother is doing, or how the move across country went for a friend, but I never think to just call someone up to see how they are doing, like, really doing. Although I get updates from more people, I am truly connected with less.

Something's I think about deleting my fb account and going back to rely on email and Picasa to share news and pictures. Is that any better though, really? It would be more work for me, and I would just end up sending out mass emails and calling it good enough. At least with fb I usually feel guilty that I haven't talked to someone for a while Nd eventually do call them. If I were sending out emails (even mass emails) I would feel less guilt over the communication level.

So for now I will continue to be a Facebook whore and post my life for te world to see. And as long as I can keep up with all the security changes maybe the pictures and posts I put up will stay just a little bit private.