Perhaps this Blog has been a long time coming.
I’ve always had my ups and downs about “F-BOOK.”
A powerful Big BANg source bigger than any country connecting to the people of the world, offering interesting insights on various subjects that pertain to me or not. In the comforts of your own home, watch, troll people and see what your demographics are or how many likes you have.
It has exploded like an atomic bomb into the very place where you yourself are on a reality T.V. show, with you being the actor, director, producer, stuntman…
Kindly offering insider info on your latest and greatest moments, carefully meticulously edited, selected by you; however only the highlights are real, the real photos people don’t wanna see are of us pissed off crying late at night for whatever ten dozen reasons. We plug into our surrogate matrix reality show and we post about that vacation to Jamaica, with reel after reel of finely edited photos of our beach walks, what we ate for breakfast, lunch , snack, dinner, and sunsets in the ocean drinking way too sweet fruity drinks with brightly colored umbrellas.
Scripted so intricately with an all time superficial high that makes GAGA’s beach Party seem like a grandma’s vacation.
Been talking about it a lot with my daughters, how creepy facebook can become. I used the “book” to boost sales, channel it to my website, advertise shows, and connect with the fans. I noticed at times in the past how I used to just log on and creep around and be clever about my posts. However, in the last few months, it has become a more and more disgruntled state of mind.
I can attest that posting on the medium has lost its flair and appeal.
I studied it through the summer to see what kind of sales would generate through facebook, I stopped looking.
You see, to have a FAN PAGE you still need to have another “regular profile” page to manage the site.
I recall talking with my virtual assistant and her advising me, “wait another few months see what happens?”
Well. a few months have passed, over a year actually since I’ve been struggling with this.
Posting has become shallow, even my own accomplishments seem pale on a page that sits across an ad for viagra and newsfeed post about the president.
We all had that moment of scrolling down a newsfeed, seeing, reading something we maybe weren’t prepared for, and disgusted, we log off.
Reality gets lost in a scroll of news feeds and the temporary boosts lead to more artificial boosts.
I stopped reading any comments and wondering about how many likes I garnished. I turn off my phone more often, and the only reason there is a news feed on my F-Book is because it’s connected to my Instagram (seems Ironic, although a much better, less bullshitter site to manage my personal reality show…augh the MATRIX)
It’s complicated, Like the status bar, there are shady politics. Did he or she read my post, and if they did, why didn’t they comment, or the dreaded unfollow button…augh. For some it’s great, it’s the only way of connecting with friends and family, for me it was great now it’s time to unplug, pick up a book and actually read ink to paper.
There is a GIGANTIC F-Book dump, miles wide in darkness with the occasional electrical storm in the distance. Somewhere in the eithers of the Matrix, where screams and yells of dying temporary pages that haven’t been opened for years lay dormant, hoping that one day the clicking sound of the ole password will reignite, fire them up again.
In light of selfie-stick culture, (don’t own one, haha)
One might argue, have we gotten worse with time?
Have we gone too far?
Does the tide shift back?
Are we there yet?
Only time will tell.
Maybe this will become a trend. The mass departure of F-BOOK …F YOUR F-BOOK!
“Facebook you suck. You’re not attractive anymore. You can”t keep secrets and your friends lie. Truly you’re losing your allure in the cool circle.”
Even though I’m leary, follow me or not on Instagram, or every once in awhile pop in and read my blog at mirabal.com, run, walk, cry, read, take mushrooms and stop using flouride toothpaste..hihi