There was a recently FP’d post wherein the writer said good riddance to facebook. While cute, it reminded me of an awkward argument I had with a super good friend about said facebook. Simply stated, my super good friend believes facebook to be evil.
Yep, facebook. Evil. Go figure.
Unfortunately, I cannot find the article that started the argument. We had been casually discussing it off and on for years as I use fb and she does not, when I found an article that supported my point of view. I handed it to her one day at a party we were both attending, and suddenly we were in a full-out argument in front of many of our friends.
I dropped the subject and haven’t mentioned it to her again. (Even when she mentioned that she had only heard about Laila’s birth after-the-fact in a passing comment Brandi mentioned in a text conversation they had. For the rest of the family, the announcement had already been made: on facebook.)
I have to say, I really don’t understand the opinion that “facebook is evil.” Facebook is not evil. Guns are not evil. Drugs are not evil. Evil only dwells in the hands of the people using the tool.
You say facebook is time-sucking? Then you need to decide to do something else with your time.
You’re jealous of your friends’ activities and accomplishments? Then go accomplish something yourself.
You’re concerned that your first thought in a significant moment is to share it on facebook? Well, why not? Before facebook there were letters and newspapers; the telegram and then the telephone; now we have television and the internet. Anyone’s first thought during a great moment is “who can I share this with?” Now you don’t have to wait for a reporter to write the article or the phone tree to spread the gossip.
You feel like you have to make your posts more interesting than they really are? Why? If you don’t think you’re interesting then how do you expect your friends to think so? If you’re truthful and no one shows interest… Then who are your friends, really, and should they be your friends? Your true friends will love and appreciate you for who you are, and your posts for whatever they may be. No exaggeration is necessary, I promise.
You’re concerned too many people can view your posts? Adjust your privacy settings. Trim your friends list. Be specific. Be selective.
How do I love thee, facebook? Let me count the ways…
1. I AM part of a thriving community.
Need a second opinion? Having a bad day? Want to show off your photography? You now have instant access to resources and information.
2. I know what my kids are doing nearly all the time. I can give them instant and loving feedback about their activities and hobbies. I don’t need Brandi to call me once a week without fail, because I feel connected to her every day. How else would I have ever seen this picture?
3. I know what my kids’ FRIENDS are doing nearly all the time… which is almost as important. (See pic above.)
4. I have a permanent record of family photographs and activities. A journal of my life. Proof that I exist. (After all, I am wandering voiceless on this planet.)
5. It’s a support group available 24/7. On Saturday morning I posted, “I have now made it through 30 hours with no sweets. Not a resolution, just a “let’s see if I can”… and I did! One day at time, right? :>” Within minutes I had feedback along the lines of “you go, girl” and the comments trickled in all day.
Conversely, last April I posted, “Okay… confession time. Since 0600 Tues morning I’ve had nearly two dozen cookies… clearly this proves that moderation has no meaning for me when it comes to sweets. Back to square one: abstinence is the best policy.” Again, within minutes I had numerous comments of encouragement and support.
facebook as a 12-step program… Who needs to go to a meeting when facebook is around?
6. I can live vicariously through my friends’ travels and activities. I might not get to see Rome, but I bet I know someone who has. Even better, if I am considering traveling to Rome, I know someone who has been there and can help me scout the best places to eat and stay. People I know and trust; not some random public relations website.
7. When I see a friend’s post about their son’s stellar accomplishments, I am happy and proud for them… and I didn’t need to wait for the annual Christmas newsletter to hear about it.
8. It’s a way to publish my blog.
9. Yes, I am a voyeur. It’s interesting to see who knows who… and who doesn’t like who. It’s my own personal soap opera… in which I can be involved as much or as little as I like.
10. It’s a way to promote my Tastefully Simple business. I can also share with my TS team my inventory on hand. We also plan events and meetings on facebook, and share team accomplishments. If someone doesn’t know how to handle a specific situation, they post on our group page, and shortly someone else on the team has answered their question.
11. It’s a way to get to know and stay connected with people I haven’t seen in years and some whom I may never actually see again. My nieces I only met a few years ago. (Ummm… if you’re interested, you can go read “Dear Woman Who Gave Birth to Me” for more on that.) My uncle in Arizona. A woman I worked with for years. My cousin who frequently travels to Thailand. A woman I met through a work association. A man I haven’t actually met yet, but who must be related to my husband because they share the same uncommon last name. We thought we were the only such named family in the world. Turns out, we’re not. What a blessing.
12. I “like” a lot. I believe every like is a positive affirmation for someone else. There simply can’t be too many likes in this world. Likes light up the universe.
13. Don’t even get me started on the games. I. Love. Games. (Poker anyone?) facebook provides me endless hours of entertainment, both individually and with friends who are also awake at odd hours. (And since I only allow game activity to post to my wall, no one else can see just how addicted I am.)
14. I would otherwise never remember anyone’s birthday outside of my immediate family. This alone makes it worth signing up.
15. Come on, who can resist this:
Well, you knew I’d bring it around to my adorable grandchild, didn’t you?