It's been a dull, sickening feeling, building for sometime now...
...occasionally offset by short periods of pill-swallowing, matrix-ignoring enjoyment of talking to my friends old and new, spread all over the globe. It's the only way I'll be able to talk to all of them in one place. For now anyway.
In the meantime, the site itself gets harder to manage. Privacy controls get more frustrating, or flat out disappear. They make a shit-load of money off of our content, clicks, and browser activity. For a long time I've only been using FB in an incognito window, but that only screws up their ability to collect my data on the surface and mess with the ads it would serve me. It doesn't stop them altogether.
If you want to read more on the subject, check out this great set of links covering all aspects of Facebook's douche-baggery. Yes, I found it on Ello, and yes, I've been using it since the beginning. It's not a replacement for FB. All the friends I've invited don't use it AT ALL, except this homie. So the experience has been much different.
But the Ello model has created enough noise about privacy that it's become impossible to ignore my irritation any longer. So much of my life is spent online, Facebook has taken much more from me than it can give back. I'm sure this all means I'll have to eradicate Instagram at some point soon as well. They are owned by FB and will be ramping up their advertising there soon.
This post is mainly for my friends who come looking for me. I've never made my profile available to the public, and I've only friended people I knew personallyl or had at least met in real life.
Just think about it for a minute.
If you quit using it today, how many hours would you free up in your life to read that book, go on that bike ride, or meet an actual friend for coffee? Beyond the privacy issues, it's about how I've allowed it to get in the way of things I want to do. I've got a lot of those things that get in the way. Facebook is only one. But it's the one who's thumb I'm most excited to chop off at the moment.
Scrap 'em off.