Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Now, bearing in mind I've been on Facebook for the best part of five years, there was a lot of baggage to leave behind. Rather than going cold turkey and hitting the delete button, I decided to deactivate it. I didn't tell anyone that's what I was doing. I just did it. The way different people reacted to that was a lesson in fascination. Most, I presume, didn't notice. But definitely not all. The reaction from the 'not all' group gave me lots of food for thought!
Anyway, it turned out that by getting rid of my Facebook account, I was causing myself no end of grief because I'd forgotten that I'd used it to log in to a range of services over the past few years. Services I may only periodically have remembered I had. Stuff I didn't even notice I needed. Until I needed it. And then I couldn't log in because my Facebook account wasn't around.
In the end, I reactivated it. I haven't actively used it since then, I just want to have the account to simplify getting into the various services I need until the point at which I've nailed all of them and reset the account details. It has all the privacy settings turned up to the strongest level I can manage while I'm gradually extracting myself from it. It could be a VERY long process.
It turns out that we're not involved in social networks anymore so much as a form of social wool which has knitted and knotted itself together and is darned difficult to untangle yourself from.