Why we don’t need Facebook, but why I do
I spend most of my life on Farcebook, and being banned, even for a short time, prevented me from playing with a lot of my friends.
In a tiny way, I went through ‘the five stages of grief’:
- denial: I tried instantly to message someone – the result was an automated message from fb threatening to bar me for longer if i tried it again
- Anger: I decided never to go on Fartbook again
- Bargaining: I tried to mail them – but you cannot
- Depression: I really missed some of my friends and sulked around the house – I ended up doing the washing up and the hoovering
- Acceptance: I finally understood that Facebook is not a piece of holy scripture, it is not the bloody constitution: its a social networking website – and nothing more
go get yourself banned from Fuckbook… I dare you.
This entry was posted on 12.01.25 by Kyle. It was filed under love, musings, sex, writing and was tagged with Acceptance, Facebook, Farcebook, Fartbook, five stages of grief, grief, Kübler-Ross model, loss, Mental health, Religious text, Social network service.