Facecrap
God, Facebook. I just want it to die already.
I’ve been thinking about killing my account and then pathetically talking myself out of it, saying to myself that I don’t want to lose my 400 contacts on there.
I have this ambitious project, of transferring all my old Rolodexed business cards to my Gmail address book. A former boss of mine once had me do this for his Outlook address book and it sort of made me want to claw my eyes out. So, surprise, my own old biz cards have been sitting in an old J.Crew shopping bag in my closet for six months. I should take this as a sign to chuck them, and reduce Facebook time to work-related research only (I work in social media, after all).
I’m pretty sure that if not having all the Rolodex details of the Banana Republic PR rep I talked to once (two years ago, when I was fact-checking the details of some earrings used in the fuzzy background of a dinner party shoot) hasn’t made a difference in my life, neither will losing the Facebook status updates of the guy I sat behind in chemistry class during my sophomore year in high school.
A network is only interesting and useful if the relationships are dynamic. Dynamic information and dynamic relationships are not the same thing. I’m going to start applying this in my offline life too.
But don’t worry, Internet. You always lead me to new ways to waste my time. I will resign myself to watching this faux soap opera (soap faux-pera!), Horrible People, which is maybe the best thing I’ve ever seen. After Jake and Amir, of course. I love Jake and Amir so freaking much.
P.S. I realize some of the sentences in this post are run-ons with questionable, comma, usage. I’m sorry. I’m ESL.