Facebook - it's a funny thing.
I held off for so long before getting an account, but since then I've been able to keep in contact with so many lovely people - close friends I see in real life often like Justamum, distant friends I've only met through blogging like Sue Ellen, Penny and Tracy, and people from my past with whom I'd been sad to have fallen out of contact, like Jannine, and 134 other lovely people who I am proud to call my friends. One of my biggest regrets was that each time I added a new friend, I didn't do a little status about who they were, how I met them and how special they are to me, just to introduce them to my other friends.
So what happened? I found that I just wasn't posting anything - I had a birthday, did a Horror Kids Ministry injury, my children went off to Year 3, Year 1 and kindy and my baby remains adorable, but none of it made it onto my Facebook wall. Mr de Elba and I have so much fun watching Buzz, Jessie and Woody riding their bikes in our cul-de-sac and I could easily post pictures of that, or at the very least, of our food.
But I just didn't. I assumed that all my friends were less interested in my trivia than I was in theirs and I let Facebook get one-sided. Then one day I was tagged in a friend's post and was treated to the ensuing discussion on a matter close to my heart between my friend's friends and it kind of consumed me. These people needed to be set straight! They were arguing a completely untenable position and if only they could see the light, their life, my life and the lives of thousands of others would be turned around! (Pfft. Changing the minds of ignorant Friends-of-Friends on social media?!)
I had trouble crafting a reply. Then I turned to the expert in knowing about social media while not actually using it: Mr de Elba.
"How does this Facebook thing WORK?!" I raged. "Do those blessed with ignorance and arrogance just mouth off on Facebook and fill the Internet with stupidity, while those of us afflicted with intelligence and wisdom quietly sit by, not entering the fray, leaving the stupidity hanging in the air?"
"Yeah, that's about it," he said.
"Well that's impossible! I can't have any piece of this nonsense," I huffed. And I deactivated my account.
That was about a fortnight ago, and since then I've been surprised at how many more hours God has put in a day for our enjoyment. Did you notice He has done that in the last fortnight?
I decided to use some of those extra hours doing some phonics with my kids at home. I am seeing the results of "learning" to read and spell in a phonics-poor environment and I am feeling more and more guilty for not stepping in two years ago and questioning the whole-language approach that their school is using. I hope I am turning things around one phonics principle at a time.
But here's a conundrum. With my Facebook-free time, I've also been clearing out the laundry and the play room. They now look so clean and clear and wonderful that societal pressure tells me I should be taking a photo and putting it on Facebook - "Look what I've done! Cleaned my house!" I'm sure I'd easily get at least 15 Likes and 7 comments all saying "☺". But I can't do that on a deactivated account, so I'll clean something else instead. I believe that if you clean something and don't announce it on Facebook, it is still clean?
I'm missing the communication with my friends and I'll certainly reactivate my account one day, but at least for now, I'm going to plough on with phonics (I suspect it would be easier to plow on with phonics if we were American) and keep on cleaning.
22 February 2013
Facebook - it's a funny thing.