Facebook is not that big a part of my life.
I use Facebook. It’s not because I really want to. It’s because one of my publishers wants me to be there. So I am.
So is my husband. It’s not because he wants to be. It’s because his friends talked him into it. He doesn’t know the first thing about Facebook and doesn’t care. I don’t think he’s ever posted a thing.
Yet today, in the sidebar of my page, I found this note from Facebook, reminding me of our upcoming anniversary and giving me a link I could use to send him a message.
Well, Facebook, let me explain something to you. Normal people with normal relationships don’t need you to help them communicate. If I wanted to “send a message” to my husband, I could pick up the phone and call him. Or, if we were together — which isn’t too often this summer — I could simply talk to him, face to face.
I find the idea of using Facebook as tool to communicate with my husband not only idiotic but repulsive.
Is there any part of a person’s life that Facebook doesn’t want to interfere in?