Opt Me Out

Every now and then, I am invited “to join Facebook” happened again this week, and as always, I declined.  Yesterday as I opened up my email box it was right there on top, I received but another “invite” to friend up or join Facebook.

Now some would jump at the opportunity, but I will do what I always do with them, I will tactfully decline and here is why.   I just don’t do Facebook, or Twitter, David Letterman or Jay Leno.  I am more or less a disinclined recluse and do not operate well in social settings (Internet or otherwise).  Call me old school, but I tend to keep it confined to the pages here and I don’t take my information and spread it around the internet willingly.

Last year Facebook was rumored to be going down the tubes and everyone rushed to download everything that they had put up (of a personal nature) before the crash and demise.  Like Lemmings running to the very edge of the precipice they all lined up to take advantage of what time they thought they had left.  

But the hoax did not materialize.  Facebook survived.  

Last week my sister sent me an email warning of impending doom, this time again, on Facebook with some kind of super virus that was going to wipeout mankind and take their hard-drives with them.  It turns out the warning is part of the hoax.  

Again … It did not happen.

Facebook is not on or even near the top of my list for life, because it takes privacy into the open arena of society and not only promotes people to give it up, but asks for and seeks information of all sorts on the individual players.  Which in turn gets sold off or distributed to outside interests.  

They tell people that the new sharing functions that they have installed will help them to “tell the story of their lives.”  This is accomplished by allowing users to tell their friends in real time what they’re reading watching, hearing, eating and consuming.  Log on, and you’ll get a flood of updates on what all your Facebook buddies are doing … at that instant in time.

Now do you really want to know that I am sitting here in my underwear typing this? 


As a friend of mine is fond of saying …. TMI (too much information)

Information which Facebook would take and fine tune to their advantage and then much like Goggle point or direct even more advertisements my way.  Meanwhile we all sit around and gripe about the changes they make and in the end, we adapt and accept them, we move on.

Two things life has taught me.  

Number One:  If you don’t like something, and they ask you what it is that you do not like, and you tell them.  Then expect MORE of that in the future.  You see, “If you tell a man where it is that you tie up your goat at night, sooner or later, he will come by and steal it.”

Number two:  Facebook is in this to make money and you are in reality not the customer … You are sadly … the product.  The more you tell them, the more they have to sell, and believe it or not.  It will get sold. 

Facebook’s 800 million free users are not the real customers here, it is the companies that line up and actually pay for your data and everything down the pike that you put up.  That is why I don’t do Facebook and will always opt out.  What privacy I have left (and these days it isn’t much) I am going to guard and protect.

So, thank you so much for the invite, but I am going to pass.  If you want another take on all this, head over to Middleagedangrywoman and check out what she has to say about it.


One thought on “Opt Me Out

  1. Awesome post! I too am the recluse that prefers to avoid social settings and expectation. Being a hermit allows me to be odd, and society accepts that. I am well aware people label me as strange, but I consider myself unique. Different is good if you ask me. I think people tend to be drawn to different and unusual.

    I think it’s completely normal to compose a blog post at 7:00 in the morning in your underwear. Doesn’t everyone?? LOL
    Well hello Deer Lady …. Most of the time, I write about 4am or thereabouts, I set it or schedule it to post at 7AM. And yes … I write in my underwear, why not?

    Who is going to see me here at the Goat Farm.

    I have a friend in Texas who is almost 100% off the grid, you talk about a recluse, now he is it. That is why I moved to the country in the first place, to get away from the hustle, bustle, noise of the big city, and of course, the people.

    Thank you for your comment.



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