When I first used Facebook, it was still a forum for inane things. Then came “news,” “influencers,” “engagements,” “viral,” “bots.” It ceased being a playground and a community. It has now become a marketplace full of swindlers and simpletons. It has become a world unto itself, a reality where it is easy to create, destroy, and recreate selves. A decade ago, my Facebook account was just an extension of myself, a neat little feature to freely communicate and celebrate the innocuousness and idealism of youth. Now, it is no longer just an extension of Me, but another me, negotiating its way in a universe of appearances, deceit, and enslavement.
I don’t write as often and as articulately as I used to. There are times when I want to express myself, but the physical discomfort and inefficiencies of using a pen discourage me from filling my notebook. On the other hand, the caprices and temptations of the internet draw me away from the cumbersome interface of the blogging platform into the instantaneous spectacles of Facebook. I guess I need to put discipline if I am to save both my body and mind from the perils of social media and an Americanized diet.