Today I noted, through Facebook’s controversial mini feeds thing, that someone I’d never bothered keeping in touch with from school (and probably should have) had created a profile.
I then note that a certain mutual classmate (by classmate, I mean fucktard) from primary school is listed as his friend, who in turn has “befriended” pretty much everyone I can remember from our primary school (including my first ever crush!), and some people I’d forgotten from when I spent two terms at boarding school with the guy (and by guy, I mean shitweasel). Pretty soon I’m hip-deep (and not the slightest bit hip) in profiles numbering 250+ “friends”.
Wait a second. I don’t know about you, but I can’t think of 250 people I know both the first and last names of, never mind would consider my friend.
Facebook, in conclusion, is a crock of shit, and I’m this close to packing the whole thing in. Web 2.0 has shown me how retarded people can be if given the opportunity, and I really don’t like it. My response, naturally is to take my toys in hand, then eject them forcibly from the pram.
So yeah, if you’re reading this via Facebook, you have like, 48 hours to secure some way of communicating with me, should you actually care to, then I’ll yank the profile.
“Conan, what is best in life?”
“To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of people who use *social-networking* websites when the sites do stuff they don’t like.”
COMMUNICATION’d.
But yeah, I hear you on the deletey thinger. Gotta do what you gotta do.
It’s not so much the site doing stuff I don’t like (the whole mini-feeds thing? I’m not so bothered), finding myself failing to care when “so-and-so removes such-and-such from their profile”.
This relationship’s just not doing anything for me anymore (why do you close your eyes when we make love!?).
We have to talk… I’ve met someone else.