I’ve been back on Facebook for a little more than a day (spent a week in FB Jail for a faux pas) and I have to say I haven’t missed it a lot. Sure, I missed the ease of messaging someone using the Messenger app, but it wasn’t a complete disaster. There are other ways to keep in contact with the people who are important to you, FB isn’t the end all or be all of communicating, it’s been made easy over the years, and many people use it as the ‘go-to’ platform, because most of their friends use it. But before there was a Facebook, there were other forms, and avenues, and without it, there’s not necessarily a dearth of communication.
Once back, I ended up getting into a heated debate with a woman who I went to primary and high school with. About politics of all things. And yes, Donald Trump. It reminded me just how far removed I am with all those people who I grew up with. I honestly haven’t seen many of them for going on 36 years, so are they really my friends anymore? I’m not really certain what the expiration date is on a friendship. Certainly there are people I went to college with that I haven’t seen for 32-33 years now, we’ve moved in our separate directions, and I don’t keep up with their day-to-day goings on, (nor they, mine) as a matter of fact I haven’t seen more than one or two of them since I left Poughkeepsie in 1987.
Maybe I’m over the aura of Facebook. This forced exile seems to have opened my eyes a bit, and I’m not enamored with the platform like I used to be. I understand that my opinions have to be for the most part cached and edited before I express them there, as the algorithm they use for purposes of censorship have been violated (their word, not mine) three times by me in the course of several months. I honestly don’t believe anything I’ve either said or posted has been that viral or bad. But my opinion as they’ve made quite clear, doesn’t enter into their deliberations. And that’s a sad commentary in and of itself. In a country where we enjoy the freedom of speech, of expression and so on, where we can’t express ourselves in places like a social media platform is a bit jarring.
Although with the social media wars still going on, the behemoths are gobbling up the little ‘also-rans’ like Instagram, Telegram, WhatsApp, Tumblr, StumbleUpon and so on, so it’s not as if there’s a lot of places you can go that are considered ‘independent’ anymore. Social media programs come and go, and one has to be aware of who owns what, and how you might be running afoul of another conglomerate when you’re attempting to get your work or communication done. Wordpress thankfully isn’t owned by a big media company, and I own my own domain and host it overseas, so I don’t have to be beholden to any large media company and spend time kowtowing to their rules and regulations for the most part. I don’t get censored here. Too, I don’t yell ‘Fire!’ in a crowded place either, but I could if I wanted to. Here. Not anywhere else.
I think I’m still able to learn a few things from my experiences. Whether or not they’ll stay sunk in, is anyone’s guess. Let’s hope so.