Defaced and loving it
Monday, 11 May 2009 7:19 am
It's now about 3 months since I was promoted to the rank of Permanent Facebook Evictee. This was achieved some 6 weeks after an initial reprieve, allowing my return to Facebook following my account being disabled. (Thus attaining the rank of Provisional Social Pariah.) Part I of the story may be read here. Here are some things I've learned as a now hardened Facebook persona non grata:
- there's a growing community of Facebook evictees gathering on various online forums, at least for mutual solace .. and in some cases to strategise (e.g. class actions against Facebook's faceless overlords). I don't imagine this community will quite become a pretender to Facebook's social empire; but it is growing apace.
- being a Facebook evictee offers a potential for public notoriety, possibly greater than one could hope for as a compliant Facebooker. I'm slowly acquiring a fan base of varied ages, desperate for interviews (autograph requests I'm sure are a matter of time), and expressing a sense of forbidden privilege merely to be associated with me, to sit near me, to hear the story of my wickedness, or to be a distant friend of one of my Gen-Y offspring. Is this, I wonder, what it's like to be a member of the Honoured Society? (And should I buy a violin case?)
- post-Facebook life is blessedly joyous and free. Without the distraction of an exponentially lengthening list of events, quizzes, games, notes, groups, doubtful associates, status updates, gossip, relationship intrigues, virtual plants, pokes, pixely photos, and heaven knows what ... I now have time for what truly matters (such as playing solitaire, googling about potential ailments, and keeping up with Twitter (that last refuge of the recalcitrant sociopath)).
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