Years ago, I joined Facebook to stay in touch with family and friends. Once in a while I’d post a positive message as a “status” update or post a “note”. Remember “notes”? Facebook and I share an on again, off again relationship. I went private on “the book”, yet, damn Mark keep changing the privacy settings. I can call him Mark right? He and his addicting service understands me more than I understand myself.
How does “FB” know that I know Amber or Tom and suggests them as “Friends who I may know”? Who knew Amber, Tom and I attended the same hospital nursery on the same day we all were born. Amber, Tom and I haven’t seen each other since we were 1-day-olds. Mark how did you know I would love this new product that was invented yesterday? You slick dog, you.
Due to your invasive intrusion into my life, I had to step away from this relationship we share. Twitter was more my liking because I could post my thoughts without questions asked or being “poked”. Has anyone found out what’s the true purpose of a “poke”? Sorry, let me get back on track.
I then fell in love with Instagram. Remember “IG” was only for Iphone users? I was starting an exclusive relationship with Instagram. Until I found out “IG” was cheating on me and getting in the bed with Facebook. Facebook, your acquisition of Instagram was the start of a love triangle.
Mark you have me back. I figure I can use Facebook to promote my books, company, and post “status” and video to make others think. Now you tell me I need an author page (Vid Lamonte’ Buggs Jr.), and a company page (4-U-Nique Publishing) to promote my services and products. (Inserts shameless plug, Go Check Me Out). Very crafty Mark, you have sucked me into having 3 Facebook pages.
Mark, now you have my attention. I will tell you what I see in the Facebook “neighborhood”. As I walk down the street, I see friends who I were once close. These friends are people of different backgrounds and ethnicities. Some people have let their racist and prejudice views come to light in this “neighborhood” due to being able to hide behind a screen. Next, I see those who think they are “holier than thou”, and others who want to be “thugs”. I guess they forget we know who they are.
Across the street are the intellects, and those who are pushing their services, products and businesses. The intellects and the small business owners receive minimal likes and shares. Meanwhile, their next-door neighbors receive hundreds of likes and shares on fight videos and hate speeches they post.
I walk towards my house to post a status update and I see what appears to be a Postal truck. The truck stops near me, someone sends me another game invite! To get to my door, I have to check all of my messages, friend requests (who are these people) and notifications. Most of these notifications are from people who I don’t know. They are just replying to a post I liked.
Damn you Facebook, you are like the drug dealer who keeps supplying us with the product we know isn’t good for us, but we can’t do without.
Vid Lamonte’ Buggs Jr is the author of You Ain’t Hungry Until I’m Starving. Copyright© 2016 http://www.vidbuggs.com. Copyright © 2016 http://www.4-U-NiquePublishing.com. Material is copyrighted but free to repost with proper listed credit, including our website addresses.