And yet, Facebook is not really something that should control a life, and yet it really does.
I found myself this morning, faced with a strange blue screen asking me to confirm my identity. I was baffled; I hadn't spoken against anyone, any sexuality, any religion, I hadn't fought with someone or used strong language, and yet here I was, facing that screen of doom for anyone using an alter-ego; I had been reported as a fake account.
As one can assume, I was furious! I hadn't hurt anyone, it didn't stop others from interacting with me, and yet, here I was being forced to either provide details of my name, or lose my account in seven days.
Well, as you can imagine, I chose to provide "details" {cough cough} as no-one has any right to tell me that I don't exist, or that my name is acceptable!
But, this is nothing to the utter frustration of knowing it only took the facebook police two hours to take my account down after I was brought to their attention, but after twelve hours of waiting, I still haven't been allowed back onto the site. And that is what hit me the most; that I was so controlled by this site, that I had spent my whole day worrying about the fact that I couldn't get on.
Quite frankly, it's bizarre.
How is it, that our whole lives have become about scrolling the "newsfeed" and "likes"? I never noticed it until now, but we all do it now, a moment where we look at what others are doing, liking, saying.
Don't get me wrong, I will be back, and I will be just as addicted. But, I hope now, that I have had to deal with a whole day without my art friends, my models, and my admirers, that I can learn to go through my days without it.
And now to finish, here is some art.
xx
No comments:
Post a Comment