I’ve decided to get a new Facebook and a Facebook page for my website. It’s an experiment. If it goes well, I may end up getting rid of my personal Facebook and just use this one.
I plan to use this Facebook to keep in contact with the various men I meet on the manosphere and any friends who are red pill, whether through their own experience or my own minor assistance.
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The other week, I wrote a post called, A Small Thought On Facebook. Blogger Aneroid Ocean, commented thusly:
I’ve never understood the whole “I want to delete my facebook” thought process. Sure, there’s some major downsides to it, but overall if you employ judicious security settings and keep your whore-friending to a minimum it can be pretty useful and can be a great networking tool.
When I said I’d examine the long story with facebook, I was hoping I could uncover an email I sent to Delusion Damage a while ago with my thoughts on the subject. Unfortunately, he has since not replied to my request to see it after I realized I used his contact form and therefore had no copy of my thoughts saved for myself. However, I believe I can still articulate my thoughts on the subject. You see, I have a love hate relationship with Facebook. On one hand, Facebook is great for keeping in touch with friends. Without Facebook, I probably would have lost a bunch of friends to my history including some of my best friends. I am also able to keep up with some of my family and annoy my sister by continually posting links to various manosphere pieces or ridiculous examples of FRA.
However, I feel like Facebook also degrades your relationships with people. God forbid you post “in a relationship”. Suddenly, all your friends are privy to the drama that is your relationship. It’s more dramatic when you break up and if you cheat or she cheats on you, people squawk squawk sqauwk. Facebook is no friend of the player. But even worse, Facebook degrades the friendships of yours that have value. You take it for granted that can contact any of your best friends at a moment’s notice. You talk to them less because you’re busy and because you’ve got nothing more to talk about. And when you finally do meet, you have this weird conversation where you want to catch up but it’s weird because they’ve been Facebook stalking you and kind of know your story anyway.
Facebook makes you lazy and makes that crucial element to miss someone, that is, separation, quite trivial indeed. And I still think we are only seeing some of the negative side affects.