Facebook Comments Disliked

As if I need to say anything else bad about Facebook…well, maybe I am about to. I simply cannot understand this. Years later, after my personal fallout with Facebook, I am still astounded that when someone posts a status update (if that’s even what it’s called nowadays), they do not have an option to disable commenting. Why would somebody want to disable commenting? While I don’t do that on this blog, I feel that a blog is a place where discussion can take place. If I mentioned that I cried at a certain movie, the last thing I want to read is a comment about how I am a wuss for crying at all.

One might say that I should pick my friends better. Fair enough. I mean, we all know that people who are “friends” with me on Facebook are all truly friends (hopefully sarcam was detectable there). Nonetheless, I can’t predict what somebody is going to say. I’ve talked about this before-if I am at a party and somebody makes a rude or slightly offbeat comment to me, relatively few people hear it. That comment is processed, and perhaps responded to, in a matter of minutes. It is not pondered.

When somebody leaves a comment on Facebook, it’s somewhat permanent. Many people see the comment. The comment remains and I have to think about it. If I feel anything negative, is it worth deleting? Should I talk to the person about it? The fact is, I don’t want to have to deal with it in the first place. Deleting makes it look like I was terribly offended (maybe I was). Messaging the person who wrote it seems extreme. I like how Facebook suggests you write a message to somebody to take a photo down. How about, “no”? Maybe I didn’t want that picture of me to be on Facebook in the first place. In an earlier scenario, one might suggest that I pick better friends. In this scenario, you wouldn’t suggest that I stop going out altogether, right?

Might you suggest I present myself in better situations? Nobody is perfect. I shouldn’t have to be reminded of those times anyways. Having a picture of me in a certain situation might say that I approve what occurred in that situation. My being there associates me with approving of everything that happens there.

And maybe that’s just it, then. Maybe it does come back to the choices we make. Maybe I do need to be more okay with the choices I make before I make them. In any case, I am done talking about Facebook for a while. I have said it before-we, as humans, are not made for these weird little social transactions that Facebook fosters. We’re meant for something greater.