"Fuck it. Whatever."

A friend on Facebook, describing herself as a "FB Privacy Nerd" recently posted instructions on how to block personal information from being mined by your apps and games. She's in the business, so she knows much about things like this. As I was following her advised steps, I realised my settings were already optimal. Well, what the hell, I decided to delete all apps and games while I was at it. Fuck it. Whatever.

Empirical: I deleted my farm. And blocked the app.
Friend: Oh wow

Friend 2: awwwwww

Friend 3: say it ain't so

Friend 4: That's excellent; you won't miss it!

Of course, you all know what I mean when I say 'farm.' Farming on Facebook was a terrible timesuck for months. Even when it stopped being fun, ages ago, I continued to check in and harvest and craft and collect. Like a lab rat; going through a maze I'd memorized a long time ago, just to collect a little treat at the end. A treat you don't even have any use for. I'm not hungry for it, just conditioned to do it.

Empirical: I deleted all the apps/games. whatever 
D: all of them? 
Empirical: yeah

M: are you traumatized?
Empirical: not at all  

I don't like Facebook much. Especially in the past week I realised how irritated I was with friends and myself every time I signed in. I'd get extremely agitated when someone posts something that I don't agree with or something that was outdated/debunked. I'd grown to dislike certain people because of their tendencies to overshare their thoughts. Their racism, sexism, classism. Their flat out hate for others. And sometimes I'm just annoyed at their neuroses so horribly and unknowingly exposed. I don't mean everyone. Sometimes very good friends of mine say things I don't agree with and it's fine; everyone I've ever loved were total neurotic wackos; it's part of life. I'm talking about those random people you met once at a party or something. The ones that for all you know, are probably joking or being ironic, but you're not sure either way. And of these offenses, I'm am probably guilty myself of all of these things. And so, ultimately, I'd be madder at myself because I felt like I was being petty and irrational and impatient and hateful about it all. This, of course, has been happening since Day 1, but this week was finally the one where I'd had enough. I cannot delete my account entirely because I do have people I care about who now only know how to communicate through Facebook. Also, I need it for my day job. However, I can limit the amount of time I spend signed in and the information I share with others and marketing entities. 

So, no more Farming. And no other time wasting apps bullshit... Even still, I don't think I'll be using my time any more wisely than before. More time for Tumblr!