I need the t-shirt. You know, the one that says “No, I’m one of the seven people in the world that are NOT on Facebook”. I’m anti-Facebook, and I cringe when I hear about it. And I say that without ever seeing it in action.
I can’t put my finger on why. It’s not a privacy thing. If I were worried about that, I wouldn’t blog and I’d censor some of what Greg posts on his blog. There’s the time issue — I have other things I’d rather be doing, but I can’t say that’s a good reason, because if I wanted to do it, I’d make the time.
Last night during my bout with insomnia I tried to figure out what it is about Facebook that bugs me. I wondered if it was the lack of actual voice or physical contact with people — but again, I blog. There’s no contact there. And I email friends when I could just as easily phone them. So it’s not that. I really can’t figure it out.
So how’s that for conviction? I hate the thing without every seeing it, and I can’t explain why.