Faebook relationships

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I ts been about a week since leaving Facebook.  Since then I’ve been reading a lot about the dynamics of Facebook. One interesting thought - Facebook has made friendship passive where information is broadcasted instead of investigated to invest in the relationship. 

Facebook has turned relationships into a consumptive activity as opposed to an investment in people.  Facebook decides which friends we hear from based on some algorithm and our historical engagement activities.  

For those with more than 100 friends, how much investment is being made into the relationships as opposed to stalking other people so you know what's going on or looking at pictures?  

One thing I found for myself is Facebook became a complete glottonous over- indulgence into the spontaneous eruption of emotion and impulsive posting of rants and shouts. Edited, Re-edite and posted to certain audiences or visible to only me - mostly to keep work colleagues from having an endless supply of fodder to potentially use against me, should they choose.  It became my version of trumps Twitter - a running stream of consciousness. Every impulse - bam. Posted. Unfiltered and unedited.   Which I think gives me a little understanding of how trumps mind works.  

I’m not saying all facebook relationships are one sided and lack authenticity by any stretch,  There are friends I miss ‘seeing’ throughout life’s landscape - and it’s only been a week....  they’re the ones with many miles between us, not making it easy to hang out and spend time. 

Interesting to note - I didn’t share the address to the crooked toad with anyone I work or have worked with. Either directly by sharing the same employer or indirectly through other entities in the same economic sector or present and former business partners.  Those with access to this space are my closest and dearest friends. 

People only show what they want you to see... Some people have a more authentic presence online than others.  My facebook activities showed a very distorted view of who I am and what I’m about as a person.  Anyone I’ve known more than a decade or sat along side me as a musician was probably taken aback seeing Facebook. At the same time - they’ve seen me at my best and worst.  I’ve laid my soul bare with struggles, trials and tribulations.  I’ve shared the good and the bad.  Facebook got me through some challenging times. I don’t know how I would have kept it together when my wife was terribly ill....  We got through that chapter of life together as a team.  Thank you. I left Facebook with a snapshot of my life’s journey combined with a lot of noise.  

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