Words are the Air I Breathe and Artistry is My Sustenance.
~ A Veiled Chick’s Outburst #2 ~. Part of ‘A Veiled Chick’s Outburst’ Series comprising short articles – and the odd long one – of a more personal nature about my experiences or issues that exasperate me be it something I heard, read, watched and/or witnessed/observed. It’s my way of letting off some steam – my incensed breathings in prose form (*^_^*).
‘Facebook is like jail, you sit around and waste time, write on walls, and get poked by people you don’t know.’ – Unknown
The 21st Century is an inexorable “social” networking world, with an escalating compulsive need for popularity, a deficiency in mental stimulus, an increase in short attention spans, a decrease in memory retention, monotony in almost everything, and a decline in principals, priorities and responsibilities.
Facebook exemplifies all the above and more.
I opt not to be a part of this.
Using “friend” sheds light on the founder of Facebook as well as the illusory concept of what friend and social now mean.
Facebook’s definition is this: A one-sided substance deficient “sociality” by doing social without being social.
Random people from our past, strangers and well-known personalites,  do not classify as friends. Just because we happen to be a Facebook connexion, does not equate to being friends. A friendship is a two-way effort.
‘Three things you must always ask yourself before you say anything . . . Does this need to be said? Does this need to be said by me? Does this need to be said by me now?’ – Craig Ferguson
There are timelines with too much “information” or inanities in the form of links, photos and statuses inundating feedback walls. Many illustrated paltriness is universal and its antonym is not.
Post, for instance, a video of a kitten chasing its tail (awh, how cute!) and watch the number of likes rise. Post a human rights story . . . well . . . you get my point . . . unless the injustice is posted by or about a famed figure.
People sharing private photos without permission, and when you politely ask for their removal, you receive a slew of verbal attacks as a response. They betrayed a silent trust, but you are the one in the wrong, what nerve! 
The plethora of hasty, absurd and unintelligent comments some make, on the defence over nothing to justify their wrongdoing. It only results in them disclosing their lack of judgement and knowledge, and insecurities, unawares.
The increasing number of groups we join and pages we like,  for what? They are essentially meaningless except for maybe to compensate for something we are lacking or to make us feel good. If you are proud to be a Muslim, practise Islām, instead of hiding behind a page; if you are against Palestinian oppression, boycott resources sanctioning the annexation of Palestine rather than feigning support by joining groups; etc.
I prefer to use my time wisely. Life is too short.
I cannot be bothered with,
–Unwanted invites for shallow purposes and improper messages from the opposite gender .
–Negative, injudicious and childish drivels from people (with unresolved issues) who misread posts, messages or comments with ill-intentioned hearts and narrow minds; abnormally sensitive Facebookers who take everything personally; and the bore of similar statuses and links many share.
–“Contacts” who want my professional services and expertise free of charge and, get this, some take offence when I refuse their generous offer.
–Superfluous words, hollow promises and insincere praises (about my writings) from people I personally know. Naturally, I never believed their words to begin with but my level of respect for them did wane.
The penultimate reason, Facebookers who are quick to click the “like” button without reading my posts. How do I know this? My WordPress site and Scribd account show the statistics of the number of visitors, views and countries. Some “likers’” countries never seem to appear, hmm! (Why do I think the same will happen with this outburst?)
One main (worthy) cause – the most appalling and riling – implanted the initial thought to end my account: Certain Facebookers let an injustice exist opting instead for cravenness.
My husband, Khalid AlMahmoud, wrote three articles about his aforementioned friend and colleague. Following (futile) advice from “friends”, he opened a Facebook account to spread the word. To our dismay, which we, alas, expected, Facebook made us realise pusillanimity was a common factor amongst the martyr’s colleagues, family and friends. A very small number even bothered to share the articles let alone do something about it!
I could not care less for gaining followers, being a number in an ever-increasing “friends” list or for the number of “likes” my works receive, if not genuine. By God, there is enough disingenuity in the world; I do not need it in my life.
I did come across the odd decent person on Facebook and I admit, it is – was – a great source for writing ideas, but that is all.
People I revere, I prefer to sign up for their newsletters or subscribe to their websites. Try to do something beneficial about a worthy cause. Read and watch credible sources for the latest updates concerning current affairs and world news. Make an effort to connect or reconnect with family and friends. And so forth.
I survived before the contagious existence of Facebook and I will survive without it.
As with every book, it has a beginning, middle and an end, and my Facebook ending is nigh. Sayonara  Facebook for I close the book on you forever. 
‘Social media demands a lot of us on top of our already demanding lives. So let’s disconnect as we need to and renew our interest and ourselves.’– Simon Mainwaring
_____________________________________________________________ I use the noun friend loosely throughout the outburst as it is increasingly losing its meaning and value.  Some well-known personalities were rather boring and I ended up “unfriending” them to keep a positive image of them in my mind. (Knowing less about some people, be they personal, strangers or famous, is a blessing.)  A friend of mine had to change her Facebook name to avoid certain friends from finding her. She dared to ask someone she considered a friend of many years to remove her photo from albums, which she shared without her consent, and received a crazy barrage of words and losing a friendship she thought was strong.  Please read the ‘Thwarting the barking dogs‘ section of the article.  I chose not to state the obvious reasons within the piece itself for closing an account. The common reasons are unethicality, privacy (one will have to be rather naïve to expect privacy when using the web let alone a baseless “social” network), terms of conditions, addiction, the sudden deactivating of specific accounts, the owner (a major factor in my decision for closing my account), studies proving the negative impact and side effects of Facebook, etc.  My profile clearly states I am married. I know some women feel flattered with such nonsense but not I.  It means ‘goodbye’ in Japanese.  I am not on any social network per se. Please check out my about.me profile to know where you can find me.
.[Friday, 9th August 2013]
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