What I Hate (and Love) about Facebook

I admit. I can’t end the day without logging on to my FB account. Better yet, I can’t spend the day without peeking at my mobile phone for the news feed, and even can’t control my itchy finger urging to scroll down once that red color appears on my notifications page.

I am a facebook lurker. But of late, I get distracted with what I see on my wall.

Excessive information about one’s daily life can be exasperating. Sure, I get the highs when I get connected with long lost friends, with special people whom I’ve always wondered how they were doing after not seeing them for years. And I am amazed how facebook can get us connected and updated even when we are not physically together. These are the times.

But, forgive me. Too much of the good things can get irritating. Passively annoying.

Such inordinate posts about trivial stuff can really get into one’s system. By trivial I mean – being late for work, how stressful your day is, what to wear for the day (or what you’re wearing) a missing shoe, buying a new toothbrush, having braces or removing them, a flat tire, an injured knee, going to the gym everyday, having too much to eat, playing with your pet, how you cried watching a sappy movie, trying on a new make up….and list can go on and on.

I get dizzy with too much face on my computer screen, those selfies I mean. One or two shots is excusable, but a multitude of them in different poses and angles, all bundled up in a collage, and worse, obviously photoshopped or edited by some phone app – simply outrageous.  Not to mention those poses in front of the mirror with your hand vertically holding your mobile phone.

It seemed mandatory to post the kids’ new toys, the new gadget you just purchased, your brand new car, new purses, your new chandelier, those pasalubongs, the gifts from santa. Endless ooohsss and aaaahssss and thank-yous.  I can tolerate a couple to these, but repeated, and almost habitual postings of such are just too much to ingest.

Then there are the hate posts. They are sort of guess-who-I’m-talking-about kind of thing, but it is so intriguing that you end up generating comments and queries about who and what happened. I don’t mind them at all. It is even quite amusing to join in the fun, of adding insult to injury. You get to solicit empathy from your cirlcle of friends, having an assurance that your facebook friends could rally behind you in your battles. But then again, too much of this could make you appear you are loaded with so much baggage.

But of course, Facebook is not about all these things. I love reading quotes, sensible quotes. I like getting pointers about traveling. Those baby pictures I am so fond of. Family gatherings, weddings, reunions, all things positive and worth celebrating. Everything in moderation.

With this I have come to realize that I’ve become a different person once I log in. There’s unsolicited advice on my comments, there’s disliking a friend just because of his/her posts. There’s even judgement just because of one’s status. I don’t like what I turn to when I use my facebook.

Perhaps its time to use less of facebook this coming year. Facebook has done a great deal to people who get connected again. But sometimes, it destroys friendships and ruins people’s lives.

There’s more to life than those news feeds and statuses.

And I can’t believe I am able to post again after a long time.

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Cool Off

Long time friends regardless of the years of friendship, also pass thru trials.

That is when petty situations become major disagreements. Small stuff turn into big deals. When you’ve suddenly felt like you’ve been left behind when they’ve moved on fast enough to forget about you. When expectations become frustrations and you’ve become familiar with the scarcity of time spent with them. Time comes when your daily telephone conversations become short, once-in-a-blue-moon text messages.

And one day you wake up and realize its been two years since you’ve talked. As in really talk.

The sad part is, no one wants to make the first move.

“Unfriending”

Unfriending v – to remove someone as a friend on social networking sites such as Facebook.

Sure, in the infinite world of facebook, you simply click “x’ and viola – you’ve just “unfriended” an unwanted person from your list. One friend off from your list of 1,000.00 friends in FB….like, does it really matter?

In reality though, a friend or two off from your life is another story.

Becoming “UN”friends is one big deal.

Don’t you think you’re a failure when you wake up one day and realize some people have “unfriended” you in their lives?

I think I am……and I’m failing miserably. : ‘ (

Sigh.

Of Lovers and Friends

Today, I marveled about relationships.

About breaking the chain of friendship just as finding ways to reconnect with a past love.

About friends becoming strangers and ex-lovers turning into real friends.

Realizing that friends, just like lovers, can also sail through rough seas.

And it’s a whole caboodle of emotional and rational process before both parties give up and finally come to terms with each other’s faults and flaws.

Just like two people in love…. it takes two to tango.

It. Has. To. Work. Both. Ways.

Damn if you DO, Damned if you Don’t

No matter what you do, or didn’t, some people just seem to have something negative to say.

They forget what you’ve done and remember what you didn’t. Either way, they find meaning into it.

The more painful, nah, irritating it gets when these are your long time friends. Yes, even long term friendships can sometimes get a bit rocky, and you find it hard to sustain.

But then again, I still miss the friendship.

I just don’t know when to start again.