{"id":1221,"date":"2010-01-08T16:04:59","date_gmt":"2010-01-08T22:04:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/?p=1221"},"modified":"2010-01-08T16:04:59","modified_gmt":"2010-01-08T22:04:59","slug":"life-facebook-ified","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2010\/20100108-1221.htm","title":{"rendered":"Life, Facebook-ified"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When you spend fifteen minutes discussing emoticons at dinner&#8230;<br \/>\nWhen you debate the relative merits of &#8220;Live Feed&#8221;, &#8220;News Feed&#8221;, and &#8220;Status Updates&#8221;&#8230;<br \/>\nWhen conversation includes telling everyone else what your Facebook status is&#8230;<br \/>\nWhen you learn of your friends&#8217; friendships, dating relationships, and engagements via Facebook and consider a &#8220;Facebook official&#8221; relationship more real than one that is not &#8220;Facebook official&#8221;&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><b>Life has become just a bit too Facebook-ified.<\/b><\/p>\n<p>Do you remember the days before Facebook?<br \/>\nDo you remember when if you wanted to catch up on somebody&#8217;s life, you&#8217;d call them?<br \/>\nDo you remember when you used to spend hours talking with <i>actual people<\/i> without a keyboard mediating?<br \/>\nDo you remember when you didn&#8217;t know what each of your &#8220;friends&#8221; ate for lunch and (horror!) what color bra they&#8217;re wearing?<br \/>\nDo you remember when you used to actually laugh out loud, rather than just &#8220;LOL&#8221;?<\/p>\n<p><b>I remember those days, and I miss them.<\/b><\/p>\n<p>Remember when Facebook first came out and you spent hours procrastinating homework while spying on all your friends?<br \/>\nRemember when said spying meant you had to actually click on their name and visit their page, where you could read what they had written and write a comment?<br \/>\nRemember when you started to get tired of Facebook, realizing it was a terrific time waster?<br \/>\nRemember when you started checking Facebook less and less frequently?<\/p>\n<p><b>I remember those days.  But then Facebook changed.<\/b><\/p>\n<p>Now the progression has changed.  People don&#8217;t grow tired of Facebook and log off anymore.  Now they&#8217;re inundated with constant stimulation in the form of a feed of some sort.  They&#8217;re offered countless opportunities for procrastination through games and &#8220;boxes&#8221;.  They don&#8217;t have to actively stalk their friends anymore&#8211;they can do it without even thinking.  Just log in and stay on. <\/p>\n<p>You don&#8217;t need to talk to people anymore.  Just Facebook chat them.<br \/>\nYou don&#8217;t need to write a letter.  Just send a Facebook message.<br \/>\nYou don&#8217;t need to catch up on the news.  Just check your news feed.<br \/>\nYou don&#8217;t need board games or card games, just play on Facebook.<br \/>\nYou don&#8217;t even need to send gifts anymore, send a cow or a cactus or a cupcake on Facebook.<\/p>\n<p><b>I miss my life before Facebook.<\/b><\/p>\n<p>But I doubt I&#8217;ll ever get it back.  <\/p>\n<p>So I do what I can to take advantage of Facebook&#8217;s strengths while minimizing its negative qualities.<\/p>\n<p>I get status updates but not &#8220;news feed&#8221; or &#8220;live feed&#8221; items.  I don&#8217;t need to know what you&#8217;re playing or whether your relationship status has changed (unless you tell me).<\/p>\n<p>I turn off e-mail alerts so I have to actually log on to Facebook in order for it to inundate my life.<\/p>\n<p>I choose to not add applications or join groups (generally speaking).<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t do the &#8220;poking thing&#8221; (except for my little sister and my out-laws).<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t give people birthday greetings on Facebook.<\/p>\n<p>I try to be judicious about &#8220;liking&#8221; things&#8211;and never write <i>*dislike*<\/i> under someone&#8217;s status update.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t do the &#8220;copy and paste&#8221; status update thing.  I love Jesus, I want a cure for cancer, and I support the troops, but I&#8217;d rather not post meaningless drivel on my status.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t tag people in notes.  If they want to read what I&#8217;ve written, they can come find it.  If I really want them to read what I&#8217;ve written, I can take the time to let them know personally by sending them a link or telling them about it.<\/p>\n<p><b>I try to keep Facebook from taking over my life.<\/b><\/p>\n<p>But that doesn&#8217;t mean it doesn&#8217;t try just as hard to resist my defenses.  Facebook is an everyday companion.  It loads every time I open my internet browser.  I don&#8217;t check it that often, but it&#8217;s open in a tab.  Because it&#8217;s open, my friends see that I&#8217;m &#8220;online&#8221;.  My tab starts blinking when a friend wants to Facebook chat.  And while I generally ignore it, I&#8217;m still sucked in on occasion (thankfully, my friends know that I don&#8217;t like the chat feature, so they tend to NOT open up chat communications.)  People still send me invitations to groups, causes, and games.  Most of the time, I decline.<\/p>\n<p><b>But like it or not, my life, too, has been Facebook-ified.<\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When you spend fifteen minutes discussing emoticons at dinner&#8230; When you debate the relative merits of &#8220;Live Feed&#8221;, &#8220;News Feed&#8221;, and &#8220;Status Updates&#8221;&#8230; When conversation includes telling everyone else what your Facebook status is&#8230; When you learn of your friends&#8217; friendships, dating relationships, and engagements via Facebook and consider a &#8220;Facebook official&#8221; relationship more real &#8230; <a title=\"Life, Facebook-ified\" class=\"read-more\" href=\"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2010\/20100108-1221.htm\">Read more <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Life, Facebook-ified<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0},"categories":[23],"tags":[406,691],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1221"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1221"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1221\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1221"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1221"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1221"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}