It speaks to how cognitively distant I am from other people in our little human world that I can’t make sense of the idea that anyone actually uses Facebook.
I know it means something to a lot of people, and around a billion people use it at least a bit. I understand all that intellectually, but I can’t process that on any emotional level.
When I think of signing up for Facebook all I feel is revulsion.
Let’s see, a privacy-violating, freedom-killing, internet-threatening mega-corporation run by a sociopath who will sell me out to the highest bidder at the first opportunity.
Well, fuck, that sounds great! Where do I sign up?
Then again, my parents never had to ask me, “If Bobby jumped off a cliff, would you do it too?”
No, for one thing, I would’ve probably been the one jumping off the cliff first and I’d tell Bobby to do whatever the hell he wanted to do, and if I died to tell my parents.
And for another, being social never mattered all that much to me. I like having friends, but I won’t have them at any price like most people will.
That has a lot of disadvantages. But it has a lot of advantages, too. I’ll probably never be one of the people in the guard tower at Auschwitz, thinking I’m walking the path of righteousness. Or going along to get along, at the least.
But it means I’ll always have few friends, no real acquaintances, and lack a support network.
But all in life involves tradeoffs. These happen to suit me best. Others make different choices.