My Inner Facebook

In response to Ze Frank taking over someone else's Facebook profile for a week.

And the responses from the person without facebook for a week

My final observation is this:

When are we on facebook? When we have down time. When we don't have anything else that we must do, we're potentially on facebook.

Someone sends us a message, we sign in, and we end up digging around for a few hours.

If we had things higher on the priority list, facebook wouldn't be there. It's when we have down time that we can see if anyone is taking time off to look at us, to poke us, message us, write on our walls, give us gifts.

If we're not the ones receiving the attention, who is? This person is doing this with that person. They did this over the weekend. And we're vicariously living through it. Commenting on it. then check back and see if anyone responded to our comments on the event we weren't participating in.

So it all comes down to me, me, me. I send out messages, and wonder who's going to write back.

There's a daily upkeep to stay on top of everyone's mind. If I update my facebook, it'll be on everyone's newsfeed. And in turn, they might comment on it. A sign of validation that we exist. That what we do matters to others.

If we don't maintain our profile, we'll be forgotten. And that's probably why we frantically put up new neon signs telling others that we're alive, and doing things outside of facebook. It's proof that we matter.

Now, this is going to be fed into my newsfeed, and maybe someone will comment on it. And the cycle starts all over again.