five stages of grief

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.