Ta-Ta Facebook

Facebook, for me, was a serious time-killer. It swallowed almost 4 hours a day. I used to write good statuses, join discussions, share pictures and videos. I did earn so many likes. Created uproars. Some would comment on my statuses and shares. And some would out frustrations. Everything was going fine till one day I was woken up to a certain realization.

There are few discoveries I made. One, there are very few original thinkers in Facebook. All the others just look at others, imitate, try one or two unoriginal stuff to show-off and act as ones they are totally not. Two, things become more and more fake, and people start losing their self identity forgetting who they really are. Three, you can easily be stalked. Four, people make private things open which leads to a pig-fight where others involuntarily join the party creating a trend, the shameless sharing of private life.

When your actions are driven more and more by what others might feel, think and say, be sure that your doom is near. Oh yea, so very near. The whole set up creates a psychological mesh where multiple emotions are intertwined as wires. It makes you crave to be recognized, please your countless friends, takes you to a bottomless pit where you are eternally bothered about what others would think of you. Yes, it bothers you. It can rob you even of your sleep.

After studying all these, I decided and said to myself a big ENOUGH DUDE. I cannot stand a fake world filled with unoriginal people. I dwell in the real, and I cannot dwindle myself to lowly fiction. So I did the right thing. Clicked the permanently delete link, filled few forms and killed myself in Facebook.

Now I am free. I am out of the shackles. I have more time. I can play my guitar. Compose few songs. Right, I have few friends now but they are true and real. I spend more time in prayer. Read books. Write my journal. And see, here am I, blogging too.