I have Finally left FaceBook/Meta

I think, I have finally left Facebook, instagram, messenger, Meta.

I say, I think, because I’m not 100% sure because I don’t want to get dragged back in by checking.

As I have left, Facebook are not interested in me anymore and so can’t be bothered to send me an email confirming that they have closed down my accounts. I have to infer that.

That process can leave you itching to know – to just go back and check – I bet they would, maybe, just manage to find my old accounts somewhere and resurrect them if I really wanted – no bother!

Leaving Facebook is a bit like giving up an addictive drug that has become part of daily life. Giving it up leave a hole in your life. How big the hole is depend on how big a user you are – strange… the same language too!

You can’t go cold turkey. They make you hang around for a month to consider what a naughty user you are for leaving them and to think about all you are missing.

The first steps of a distant acquaintance’s baby – what they had for breakfast. Who’s in a significant relationship with who and… what happened to that person from school? Stalking with no consequences. So hard to give up.

So many likes and “friends”. In real life we can’t manage too many friends. The time spent managing Facebook friends takes away from keeping up real, live relationships.

I’m glad I’m not the only crazy person out there worried about Facebook/Meta. I listened to an interesting program from the BBC world Service this morning – What is the metaverse and why is Facebook so obsessed with it?

I came away with a wonderful, uplifting (to me) quote from Verity McIntosh, Senior Lecturer in Virtual and Extended Realities at the University of West England.

She explained how Meta is just a smokescreen to draw our attention away from the fact that Facebook is not doing the job it should be doing – building trust and eliminating hate. Meta only care about their investors and the money that is to be made from the next iteration of the internet.

They are, says Harriet,

“… panning for gold in the rivers of of all our lives.”