As a self-proclaimed extrovert, it seems like Facebook should totally be my jam: friends, photos,
stalking keeping tabs on acquaintances, the ability to “like” just about anything. It’s a social media butterfly’s dreams to have all that information right at my fingertips, from the safety of my sweatpants on a Tuesday night!
But here’s the thing: I honestly have a hard time loving Facebook.
My relationship with Facebook is a complicated matrix. Trying to sum up the reasons why it makes me feel worthless isn’t easy. The best I can do is lay out my personal history with Facebook and share my thought process as this social media giant evolves, since I was a fairly early user (early 2007) in their target demographic (pre-college when it opened to public users in fall of 2006).
I first heard about Facebook as a senior in high school, when it was released to the masses instead of only users with a “.edu” email address. I liked the real world (and I still do), and didn’t understand why I needed a computer to interact with the best friends I saw every day, so I refrained from getting an account.
At college orientation the summer before my freshman year, many of the kids I met said, “Find me on Facebook!” or “I’ll send you a friend request.” I’d never been to college—and was sort of frightened-excited about it—but maybe not having a Facebook account was social suicide in college. Blame the power of the crowd, but I signed up the week I came home from orientation.
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