Someone would nitpick that I haven’t actually deleted my account, I’ve only deactivated it. For those people who want an honest-to-goodness delete, they care that their past is no longer on Facebook.
I, on the other hand, care that my future is not on Facebook. Thus, Facebook’s half-assed deactivation is sufficient for me.
Some people say that they continue to use Facebook so they can stay in contact with their friends. It is true, certain people had been keeping me there. For these people, we only communicated through Facebook. Continuing to use Facebook was primarily an attempt to keep these people in my life.
To what end do we try to maintain this microcontact? If we were better friends, why should the likelihood of us contacting each other be predicated on the convenience of the message channel? I think this is the primary reason a lot of people keep their massive lists of Facebook friends. I know people who have over one thousand “friends” linked to their account. Can you really be friends with anything over, I don’t know, one hundred people?
There seems to be an underlying fantasy that—if one just makes the right witty comment—said people will be upgraded from Facebook Friends to Real Friends. It suggests a sort of magical incantation, a love spell that denies the agency of the target and makes the world into any scripted play the caster desires.
When the allure of future friends has lost its appeal, there isn’t much left to Facebook. It’s a walled garden of barely entertaining trivialities. Games that need to be developed on top of addiction in order to ensure their perpetuation. Pictures and videos and quotations, all of which are a mere 7 centiliters of fun, diluted yet still by the ever flowing deluge of liquified shit that passes for political discourse in America today. It’s entertainment homeopathy. All of it, cast in a sense of urgency, “be the first to like/comment”, “posted mere minutes ago”, “here’s your weekly update on what you might have missed”.
It is a perverse currency of loneliness. And my participation in it is both bad for my health and assisting the corporation to create other distractions—in my name—with which they can attempt to hook my real friends.
So just in case there were anyone who might have been hanging on to Facebook just because I was there, you don’t have to, any more.