I’ve been on Facebook for several weeks now and I think this weekend was sort of the turning point. While it was initially really interesting to reconnect with old friends I hadn’t seen in a while – I’m at the point now where I’m starting to wonder what I’ll end up doing with all of them in the long run? I’m too paranoid about the direction that the company itself will take to post anything truly personal (or even to join any groups). Pretty much all I do is long in every now and again to play Kidnap with my one friend who plays regularly.
Maybe this is just another step in my long, slow road to ludditeness, but I think I’m still stuck asking the question “Why?” when it comes to Facebook. Sure, it’s less work than actually thinking up something remotely interesting to talk about in a blog post, but what do even my friends get out of it? I mean…really? I worry that my true friends want to get a better picture about what’s really going on in my life, not just a blurb about what’s irritating me at the moment. I think this is why I *really* don’t understand the point of Twitter. I joined it once before I understood what it really was for because a friend invited me. But I’ve never posted anything and don’t expect to. People deserve respect when listening to a story - the least I can do is give them a full paragraph.
Work has slowed down a little over the last few weeks to the point where I have time to think again. Maybe this will mark the beginning of a return to blogging. Maybe it’ll just be a temporary relapse. But we’ll see.