#TwentySomething: Thoughts on Facebook
The other day, I got a pop-up on my phone that said I had a Facebook notification. I checked it immediately.
I use Facebook frequently — I like staying in touch with friends that aren’t on Block Island, and admittedly, I like the ego boost when someone “likes” or comments on my status updates.
But this particular notification was not an ego boost. Instead, it was an invitation by a “friend” (aka someone I used to know but never talk to anymore).
The invitation? To play a game called “Pet Rescue Saga.”
No, thank you — that sounds absurd. And since this wasn’t the first invite from this so-called friend, I had to Google how to block them from sending me 20 more of those a week.
This got me thinking... Facebook is rather annoying. I mean, it’s a venue for people to post about every bit of minutia in their lives. I do it, too — I have a tendency to post way too many Instagram photos of the beach, for example. There must be at least one person on my friends list (I have about 300, which really isn’t a lot for Facebook, I don’t think) who has hidden me from seeing my updates, and that’s ok.
But some things are more annoying than others. For example, I can’t stand when people constantly update about their new baby, new marriage or engagement. I’m happy for you, I really am. But when I see things like, “My hubby is the best ever because... “ or “My ‘little man’ is sick and I don’t know what to do,” I kind of feel sick.
I also see a lot of random links and photos from the Internet on my Facebook wall. Those get really annoying — I check Facebook to see important details on my friends’ lives, but instead I’m inundated with all these random jokes, memes and occasionally, an inappropriate photo, all things I really didn’t care to see. I actually asked one friend to stop posting inappropriate pictures once — he didn’t stop, but occasionally he posts something that actually makes me laugh, so I don’t want to hide him.
I have hidden others, though, and it’s almost always the people who post political and religious rants. And then there’s that one person who constantly posts her workout schedule: “I burned 140 calories today by running.” Congratulations.
Sometimes I don’t know why I check it so frequently. I deleted my Facebook once. Once. For about five minutes. But unfortunately, as much as I hate it, I still use it.