I think I'm going to ditch my Facebook account. Now everytime I go on line I get annoyed with the nonsense that my friends and relatives find to put there. It's a bit like my aversion to the mobile phone: but, if it's possible, worse.
Why, oh why do people have to tell me that they've been late for work, or they have the sniffles, or their little darling popped his pants this morning?
If this is Internet 2, I'll keep my dial up and 32 MB of hard drive. If this is social networking it's taking place in a lunatic asylum.
My half sister has just sent me this."Here is a Beeswax for your farm in FarmVille. This gift expires on October 3, 2010 so be sure to accept it fast! Could you help me by sending a gift back?". I tried Farmville; it's insane, childish and a waste of brain power. What is a 40 something woman, with two teenage kids and a diplomat husband doing wasting time sending me ( and no doubt a zillion other suckers) this nonsense.
I can't deny that Twitter and Facebook can marshal public opinion and raise awareness on a wide range of important subjects (I just can't think of any sensible ones at the moment). But for every one of those there are hundreds of inanities zapping across the void (between people's ears).
The puritan in me suspects that rather than getting on working at their desks my "friends" are tweeting, texting or Facebooking and sometimes all at the same time.
Do we have to be distracted all the time: what's wrong with silence, thinking, being motionless? Why all this aimless activity?
On Wednesday, my wife was barged out of the way by a fellow pedestrian. She complained that my wife was walking too slowly! I have no idea where the woman was going but I wonder if by the time she arrived there she wasn't in any fit state to do anything such was her impatience and annoyance.
I resent having to be the one who moves out of the way when a pedestrian approaches me. If I don't they'll barge into me - since they've their heads down doing something with their mobile. Earlier this week I swear I was the only person in a crowded street not looking at a phone.
Blogging's just as bad; although I rationalise my obsession as it being a diary substitute: doesn't really work that, since I can never remember what I was doing the day I blogged.
Our cats have the right idea. Hours of inactivity, interspersed with purposeful industriousness - eating, fighting and purring.