I have been noticing, over the past few months, a dramatic drop in status updates and upload activity from my network on Facebook. I too have also pulled back in frequency of posts and the multiple, daily check-ins to the site to see what is going on. I still follow most of the “Pages” I subscribe to and find them useful for links to their content or other specialized product news, but truth be told, find most of my so-called “friends” not only boring but bored as well. I wondered if the fun had finally worn off. I couldn’t put my finger on it but knew, inside, that I felt a certain unease with my relationship to not only my entire friend list, but with www.facebook.com itself.
Then, while I was stalking checking out someone from a Twitter link last night, I came upon this quote, posted on a Tumblr blog, that I think succinctly describes the Facebook by-product of Social Networking:
“Facebook runs on a very stiff, crude model of what people are like. It herds everybody — friends, co-workers, romantic partners, that guy who lived on your block but moved away after fifth grade — into the same big room. It smooshes together your work self and your home self, your past self and your present self, into a single generic extruded product.
It suspends the natural process by which old friends fall away over time, allowing them to build up endlessly, producing the social equivalent of liver failure.
On Facebook, there is one kind of relationship: friendship, and you have it with everybody. You’re friends with your spouse, and you’re friends with your plumber.”
I realized this is why I felt the way I did about Facebook. It made sense. I like my friends. I like my family. I like the people I went to college with. I like the people I work with. I even sorta like some of the people I went to high school with… but I would never want to hang out with them all at the same time.