Why we don’t need Facebook, but why I do
I spend most of my life on Farcebook, and being banned, even for a short time, prevented me from playing with a lot of my friends.
In a tiny way, I went through ‘the five stages of grief’:
- denial: I tried instantly to message someone – the result was an automated message from fb threatening to bar me for longer if i tried it again
- Anger: I decided never to go on Fartbook again
- Bargaining: I tried to mail them – but you cannot
- Depression: I really missed some of my friends and sulked around the house – I ended up doing the washing up and the hoovering
- Acceptance: I finally understood that Facebook is not a piece of holy scripture, it is not the bloody constitution: its a social networking website – and nothing more
go get yourself banned from Fuckbook… I dare you.
12.01.25 | Categories: love, musings, sex, writing | Tags: Acceptance, Facebook, Farcebook, Fartbook, five stages of grief, grief, Kübler-Ross model, loss, Mental health, Religious text, Social network service | 2 Comments