I’ve mentioned this before, but I’m going to bring it up again because I’m angry.
I have a love/hate relationship with Facebook.
I love the ability to write quick updates about what’s happening during my day and that I can keep up with friends in the same way by reading their updates.
I love keeping in touch with friends from school or areas I used to live in, getting to watch their families grow from afar.
I love that Facebook shows me what happened on this day in past years, bringing up lovely memories, and sometimes sad ones, to reflect on and find joy in.
I don’t like that Facebook won’t show me everything, even when I ask it to display my feed by the most recent posts made by friends.
I don’t like that I can’t reliably reach a Page audience who, presumably, want to see my content, without paying for the privilege.
I don’t like how some communities (that I find genuine value in 85% of the time) are run. I don’t like how I let those negative feelings impact me.
The impulsive part of me wants to delete my account there and never look back. I won’t do that, of course, but I really, really want to right now. Perhaps I need to add something to my #40while40 list, and take 40 days off of Facebook, or perhaps even all social media. I grew up without it, so I certainly could survive without it now. There are times when I need it at work, but not significantly, and not with the same irritations.
I really like that idea, the more I think about it. We’ll see how it goes.
For now, I’ve enjoyed my overnight oats with dried cranberries, and it’s time to go back to it. Have a lovely day, everyone!