So I went through the holidays “uncivilized” and “antisocial.” It took about a week for me to do it because Facebook kept giving me a hard time about it. Over and over, I clicked “Deactivate Account Now” and a question kept popping up: “Why do you want to deactivate your account?” Then, maybe because it doesn’t trust that its members would actually type in useful answers, Facebook gave me several choices (which I rephrase here). I had to pick one: “Facebook eats up all my time. I don’t feel safe in Facebook. My account got hacked, etc.” My reason, “I just want to see how it would be without you in my life. It’s not you, it’s me,” wasn’t any of the above so I just randomly picked a choice. Immediately, Facebook asked me to type in a secret code which never loaded. That went on for a week until I tried doing it on my Iphone. Within two seconds, I was out of Facebook. I guess Steve Jobs didn’t care about Facebook, either.
Once deactivated, I realized that it wasn’t such a big difference to me and to my less-than-500 Facebook “friends.” I mostly just lurked in Facebook anyway, not really having enough time or energy to be a Presence. And I knew the numbers and email addresses of the family and friends I wanted to be in touch with so I wasn’t really cut off. The Hub, on the other hand, has 3,800 “friends.” He posts a photo or a status update and within seconds, 72 have either given comments or “likes.” I’m pretty sure, if he decides to deactivate his account, a “Reactivate Now!” fan page will pop up.
That’s pretty much how we see technology and gadgets as well. I acknowledge and appreciate the convenience of these but I I don’t have the soul for it. For instance, when The One Who Spits poured his cup of water over my Iphone, rendering it useless, it did upset me. But only because the phone was just a few weeks old. And, also, cost too much to fix just for The One Who Spits to destroy it again with his bare sticky hands. The Hub would have, from then on, kept all his gadgets in a locked drawer. (That makes sense, now that I think about it, especially with The One Who Spits on the prowl.)
The Tactless Child, as well, adores technology – an attitude she gets from The Hub. She knows no fear when she scrolls through my Ipad (for someone who can care less about gadgets, I certainly own lots of them). Once, I was preparing fried chicken for dinner while the Tactless Child was fiddling with the Ipad. After everyone was asleep that night, I saw an email sent to me from my address: “mommy. i. am. tirryed. of. our. cheeken.” This, The Tactless Child sent after the 15-second email tutorial I gave her before dinner: “Click this. Click this. Type your message. Click this.”
So anyway, I’ve decided to get back into Facebook. I do miss the tags I get from The Hub and other people for their photos. Re-activating my account isn’t selling out, I don’t think so. It’s just that, if I don’t, how else will I know if Piolo and KC get back together?