It’s become a place where they announce important milestones, like births, graduations, separations, deaths, the works. I’ve had enough work (and drugs) in my life.īut unlike me, most of my true friends put a lot of care and feeding into their Facebook pages. It feels like work, like a responsibility, like a drug I should avoid, so I avoid it. The place kind of creeps me out, in ways I can’t exactly explain. Except for the very occasional random post (a picture of my drum kit? a photo of my kids here and there to appease my guilt?), I don’t view Facebook as a place to curate a “feed” of my life. However, on my personal page, I’m utterly hopeless. But, if you want to follow what I’m up to - mostly stuff I write or stuff we post on NewCo Shift, well, it’s probably a pretty decent way to do that. I readily admit I’m not very good at engaging with this page, and I feel shitty whenever I visit, mainly because I don’t like being bad at media (and Facebook is extremely good at surfacing metrics that prove you suck, then suggesting ways to spend money to fix that problem). On my public page, I post stuff from my work.
But the same problems I’ve always had with Facebook are apparent here - some people I’m actually friends with, others I know, but not well enough to call true “friends.” But I don’t want to be an ass…so I click “confirm” and move on. Facebook was kind enough to help me fix this up after my “bankruptcy.” On this personal page I try to keep my friends to people I actually know, with mixed success.
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