People get the feels when you announce that you’re about to flounce from the Book of Face. I don’t remember having emotional reactions when others exited ~ I told them to stay in touch via email or text, and we did, or not, and that was that. I’ve grouped the reactions to my declaration into broad categories.
1. Sarcastic. You’re surprised capitalist pig is pig? Bwahahaha.
2. Resigned. Everything is hopeless. Might as well do nothing about anything.
3. Paranoid. Your data will never be deleted. THEY will keep it for your inquisition.
4. Hostile. Well, I love Facebook! It’s the best! Photos! Events! Woo hoo! You suck!
5. Sympathetic. I understand. This is a huge shock. But why not just deactivate?
6. Empathetic. Oh, me too! I want to delete. Fabulous idea! Soon. Yeah…
7. Friendly. Sending you an email. Following your blog. Wanna keep in touch!
8. Unrequited. Haven’t I been good to you, what about that brand new ring, doesn’t that mean love to you, doesn’t that mean anything… don’t pull your love out on me baby…
Hehe. I have been getting a bunch of unexpected sevens, which pleases me, along with peeps promising to blog moar, hurrah. It’s nice to chat one on one with friends, rather than exchanging only drive-by witticisms in a group, which are like cotton candy at the fair, pretty and sweet, but insubstantial and ultimately unfulfilling. I’m a little bit surprised at a significant percentage of people, in overlapping categories, who have written my obit. Apparently if I’m not on FB, I’m dead, disappeared, a non-person, invisible, a ghost. O rly?
The Daily Prompt: Invisible