OK, I have a confession to make: I’m a Facebook addict.
It’s true. I just can’t keep away from it.
The trouble with Facebook is that it feels like you are doing something, even though you’re not.
You’re always busy: checking your updates, sticking up posts, answering messages, replying to other people’s comments, engaging in debate, friending people, unfriending people.
Sometimes it makes me wonder what I used to do before there was Facebook. I’m sure I filled my time up with other things, I just can’t remember what those things were. I spent the first forty years of my life without a computer.
Even when I did get a computer, I was still able to do without Facebook for another ten years or more.
I can’t remember when I first signed up to it. Probably around eight years ago. Facebook will know. It knows everything about me. I do remember when it evolved into a tool for my writing. This was during the riots in 2011. I collected a lot of material in the space of a week, and, at the end of it, turned it into a story.
It felt really good, and I was pleased with the results. How modern I was: a sixty year old man using Facebook to write stories. Since then, unfortunately, it’s been deliberately sabotaged.
Facebook was floated on the stock market in 2012. That’s when it stopped being a social network site and became a way of making money for its shareholders.
It’s like they’ve sold you a car and then put a hole in the petrol tank. The idea is that you’ll buy more fuel. Only you don’t. You just don’t go anywhere any more.
The Arab Spring was organised through Facebook. That couldn’t happen these days.
Which is probably another good reason why Facebook was hobbled.
What wise ruler would allow the people a tool by which they can organise his overthrow?