Madison Valley (my Facebook cover photo) — Southwest Montana (September 2014)
Leica M3 + Kodak BW400CN + Voigtländer 12mm f/5.6 ASPH II
From the very get-go, I’ve had an uneasy relationship with Facebook; if you want to connect with people — especially close friends and family — Facebook is truly the place to be. However, I feel that Zuckerberg and company run it like a bunch of spoiled oligarchs, which requires constant readjustment of the privacy settings that they keep changing… and I hate that. I’m also not keen on being harvested for data that is then sold globally… and I especially hate that (grrrrrr).
I know, I know… if I’m so uneasy with it, why did I return to Facebook (yet again) after being away for a year or so? Ummm. Our cat… Nala. Yeah, it was all HER fault. She’s currently not in the room with me, so I’m completely free to blame her for absolutely everything. Blue sky? Nala’s fault. Deer crashes into the car and totals it? That would be Nala again (we really need to keep her deer chasing in check).
Seriously though, the people whom I want to connect to the most? They rarely communicate to me via email anymore, much less via the phone — and letter writing (even Christmas cards) is pretty much long dead for the majority of them. I thought there would be more frequent — and more detailed — communication with them on my WordPress site, but that has proven to be a pipe dream. All the while, Cindy kept sharing her Facebook timeline with me, showing me all the news from friends and family that I was missing… coaxing me… nudging me… (as I finally sigh and slump my shoulders in defeat against Boss-level powers of persuasion).
So — after the fourth or fifth time of leaving Facebook — am I back permanently? I’m not saying yes, but I’m also not saying no. If I get fed up again (and it’s bound to happen), I think I’ll just grit my teeth and go quiet for a while — without deleting my account for the umpteenth time.