Thursday, January 31, 2008
So here's the thing with Facebook. People are always like "oh, Facebook is so evil, because everyone can stalk me." And I defend it, I'm like, "dude, if you don't want people knowing something, don't post it on the internet. And if you accidentally do get something you don't like on your profile, just click the little X beside it and nobody will ever know it was there."
See, Facebook? I defended you. Yet you went and betrayed me anyway.
Breaking up is hard to do, especially when it's been over five years together. Telling all my friends and family about it was tough, and something I wanted to put off as long as possible. I did, however, want to tell them in person, or at least with a personal email. Still, I didn't like my Facebook profile living a lie, so I went in and got rid of the relationship field. I'm not Single, not In a Relationship, not It's Complicated, not nothing. That's nice and ambiguous without being dishonest. I figure it'll just disappear from my profile and I'll be done.
But no, my mini-feed thing says that I just ended my relationship. To add insult to injury, there's a soul-crushing picture of a little heart breaking in half.
No problem, I can just click the little X beside it. I do, and it says it did the trick. But it didn't. That little broken heart, the symbol of my deeply personal source of despair, shows up on the homepage of hundreds of random acquaintances that didn't need to know, as well as the real friends that didn't need to find out through Facebook. There's no way to change my relationship status without the whole world knowing about it.
Oh well. At least it's out there. What I'm going to do now is become an emo kid (minus the hair), listen to lots of death metal, and be completely celibate for a few years.
In other other news, Cloverfield was an awesome movie, and the season premiere of Lost was fine as always. I love you, J. J. Abrams. I would break free of my celibacy, sexual orientation, and gender in order to have your babies.