Within the 14 days Facebook gives you before it permanently deletes all of your Facebook data, I decided that I wasn’t sure enoughabout my decision. I have deactivated (so that it is recoverable any time) my account instead. G.K. Chesterton is reported to have said:
“You cannot grow a beard in a moment of passion.”
How very true that is, and in fact I’m working on that right now. But the same does not apply to all things. The opposite of growing a beard, for example, is to shave one off, which I can say from experience can be done in a moment of passion. So can other forms of hair removal, as well as computer reformatting, and friend assaulting, but let’s not get into all of that. So maybe getting rid of Facebook is like shaving your beard. The question is: will it grow back? I predict it will try to. I suppose one could take measures analogous to laser hair removal: permanent account deletion, but I have already strayed away from that direction. It seems I haven’t really made up my mind as to whether or not I am finally rid of Facebook, or I would not be hashing this out at the moment. Both Facebook and beards have their advantages (ease of connection and trust), but I’m apparently not finished weighing them against their disadvantages and my ability to avoid abuse/misuse. In all actuality it may be mostly an issue of boredom, which the wiser of you readers would rightly suggest that I find something better to occupy myself with.
This reminds me: have you ever seen Running Jesus?
