Facebook Fatigue

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.