Sunday, August 26, 2012

Life without Facebook.

I never realized how often I checked my Facebook. Until now.
You see, Facebook has disowned me. They claim I don't exist-- that I must prove to them that I am myself. Strange that the last six years of my posting, connecting to people, and being tagged in pictures don't count...
I have sent them the proof they require. It has been several days, and they have still to send me the promised e-mail reinstating me into their good graces. I know a few days does not sound like a long time, but it strangely is when it deprives a person of something they did every few hours.
And, apparently, I check my Facebook every few hours. I never knew this before, but now it is very obvious, as ever few hours I sit down at my computer and suffer the same disappointment, annoyance, and feeling of being lost and adrift, cut off from the world.
So, if you were looking for me on Facebook, this is why I'm not there. I'm sitting here at my computer, wondering what to do instead. The irony is that, probably, no one will see this post, because I didn't link to it on Facebook.