What could have possibly urged Facebook to come up with activation and de-activation settings in general? As I mentioned in my previous input concerning Facebook ‘Delirium’, I’ve a hunch that it had something to do with one’s reputation on-line while our reality-spaced life is busy on its own.
Of course one may argue that our on-line life is a mere reflection, or a snapshot-collection of our reality. However others may contest that on-line in itself is a different life, another entity, one we can easily manipulate and alter as we please. After all, perception on-line is heightened. You control what you want to be seen. Edit, fix, use photoshop and all other kinds of alterations. You can stare at the same face for hours, studying profile pictures and albums and reading previous comments, creating ones and monitoring anybody (who’s your ‘friend’) including yourself.
To me, it is a form of vanity. Apart from myself, there are others.
And others are in form of friends and family.
See, this is the point where I technically surrender to the ‘Facebook Way’. Yes, it’s an admittance. Yes, it feels like some sort of defeat. Yes, I’m back.
But this time, for better reasons.
I once began Facebook for the sake of reminiscing; your typical high school story where she wanted to see her old friends check out their old photos. (Not so old!!!)
And then it snowballed into something bigger, and I realized I was tweaking my profile more frequently than I should.
Saying all these things, simply to point out that I’m finally accepting what I have intentionally neglected for this long.
There have been various reasons, and when I say various, I really mean a variety. From ex-boyfriend issues, to photo-lifestyle-pseudo-competitions, to account-hacker(s) and not to mention, creepy stalkers who keep on adding you and God knows whether they’re just changing their profile pics every time it’s a new one.
There were many reasons why I had to just quit. I couldn’t help but think what other profilers thought of me, that anyone smart enough can hack in, no matter how tough Facebook can protect my account. But I always worried about my long-time friends who would ask me when we bump into each other, ‘Where are you in Facebook?’ . ‘Did you de-activate your account?’ , ‘Come back na kasi!’ , ‘If you’re serious about blogging, get your Facebook back.’ , ‘Just don’t add him/her when you get another one.’
None of those arguments could persuade me. Not really.
Especially not if I wrote not long ago a blog-article pertaining to my delirium over Facebook, and how much it can consume my time, even if it was in fact, little. (The fact that I obsessed over the details makes it feel so invested. Couldn’t believe myself that I was committed to an on-line representation. It was a little too shocking to me, basically because not all the applications or status messages or fan pages could define who we really are, let alone what we show in our reality-space-in-the-flesh lives.)
It was my loved ones. You know, those people who supported and loved me thru thick and thin; Who loved seeing me in Facebook and getting in touch with me with just a click, typing here and there.
I can’t bear it for long…not having to show them our precious taken memories from mere cameras and have it display in the most influential on-line network yet.
FYI. I’m back because this time, no strings attached, I’m coming in just as me. For myself first, and consequently for others. I’m going to use Facebook to help me understand myself, my friends and all the colourful interests invested by other people. I’ll try my best to be more careful. But knowing Cyberspace, let alone life, that’s never genuinely possible.
Technically, I’m taking the risk.
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