I Deleted My Facebook
Over 10 years ago I started this odd journey with Facebook. Invited to parties, “friended” by acquaintances, and tagged in pictures of various events that catalogued my memory. Initially it appeared to be a fad no different the myspace or AIM but quickly it manifested itself into this culturally behemoth. I stood back from it over recent months and analyzed its true purpose and what it represented, its significance, and why people see it as being such an important part of culture.
We seem to be slowly disregarding the concept of privacy. Is it innate in humans to sacrifice privacy for attention or is this cultural?
As a side-effect of the digital age I often catch myself in a vortex of misinformation and echo chambers. The practice of diligent research is surely alive but it is being suffocated by digestible bullet points and ideologies. The various social media sites such as Reddit and Facebook have seemed to capture the psyche and foregone fact if it does not fit an individual’s narrative.
The working class hero has died. Hollywood’s Summer 2017 lineup includes Guardians of the Galaxy II, Spider-Man, Wonder Woman and King Arthur, all of which conceptualize this fantastical idolization. Maybe this hyper-alteration in social interaction has stifled our understanding of ourselves and who we are.
Not everyone can be the champion, the hero, and the leader of all mankind. This need to ‘change the world’ has be etched into our generations brain. Even though its intention meant well, we need to be realistic as individuals. Surely ‘we can change the world’ but we cannot be worshiping the individual over the push for true change. True change is only possible through a group, and a group such as a society needs everyone to partake for it to properly work. Surely mistakes were made by how time and was allocated in former generations, but to be so focused on “me” and not “we” is counterproductive.
So in the end I deleted my Facebook, but hey things can always change; adapt or die.