Now and then we fall under the
spell of Facebook Fatigue. Or call it Facebook Fall out, Facebook Fed up,
Facebook Fright. Or whatever FF suits you -- except for that word of four
letters.
Even during a Facebook Fatigue, I remain logged in. I
have too much at stake to totally abandon Facebook. What if someone sends an
email? So I stay connected, following every post and reading every comment. But I keep quiet.
Totally unseen. Like a black cat in a pitch dark room.
I don't even breath, nor comment, nor like. It is Facebook Fed up.
Facebook Fatigue is the end of Facebook Fetish. It is
a natural burp of an immensely bloated infatuation... Excessive, near - 24X7 online
engagement is clearly destined to end up in disaster. Even if Facebook were the
best lover in the world, the time of reckoning should come for this fateful
love affair. Then comes Facebook Fright, and all the fancied virtual love flees.
Trouble is that Facebook is a free lunch. Believe it
or not all free lunches are tasteless. Man does not appreciate what he has not
paid for. Facebook friends are collected like stamps -- and they can be
willfully discharged ('unfriended' as if there were any friendship) -- with
just a click. Likes, comments and posts are exchanged without the slightest of
emotional investment. There is no vulnerability in saying something. Posts are
not spontaneous and natural. They are polished and artificial. All this lack of
personal and emotional investment causes a certain dreariness that makes you
run away after some time. Facebook Plague has started.
And shame could also play a role behind Facebook Fatigue. We know that we are speaking too much. Mostly we know we are just
talking to ourselves. But an unnamed craze of bravery exhilarates us
and we go on with our monologue. Then we become nervous. Are all the Black Cats
listening? Oh Gosh! Let's hope no one paid attention to all of that
self-congratulating drudgery of words. What had happened to us?
Facebook Fatigue just exposed the fiction of a device we hoped had filled in the void in us. That gloomy void of
loneliness and more. Like all other fancy technologies, we had come up with
a solution that neatly plugs the openness of our void with mathematical precision. Without making any mess or
splash. In the excitement of posting and commenting, the pain numbed, and we
thought we are healed. And then --- Alas! -- Suddenly comes Facebook Fatigue - proving us totally wrong!! There is no denying that this medicine was like all the others before
it. It has only the appearance of a medicine -- for otherwise, it does not work.
Facebook Ends with a Fatigue, but the search
continues. With the failure of FB, the future belongs to other letters. It could even be XX.