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So you may be thinking, “Hey AnarchistParty, just because you deleted Facebook doesn’t mean EVERYONE else should have to delete it too! Why are you so down on Facebook? I like all of my un-genuine Facebook birthday wishes and I like thinking I have 2000 friends!” Well, that’s all fine and dandy, but you might not have those 2000 friends for long, because Facebook might actually kill them.

Mark Zuckerberg, best known for having over 500,000,000 friends, has been making some important decisions lately. One of them being how to power Facebook’s first data centre, located in Oregon, United States. This facility, which is said to require the power demand of 30-40,000 homes, had the option of being fuelled by wind and green energy, or by coal. Mark Zuckerberg, in all his wisdom, thought it be wise to poison his 500,000,000 friends and power his facility using coal. Foolish Zuckerberg. It doesn’t really take a genius to realise that the largest demographic of Facebook users are between the ages of 18-24. And what is the most popular fad for people of that age range right now? One word: GREEN. 

Get with it Zuckerberg, or your 500Million friends might unFriend you, they might unFriend Facebook, they might not keep on keeping on.


Unfriend Facebook until Facebook unfriends coal. 
Deactivate your account now. 


Alright, so there should be another post on this blog about how I deleted Facebook and whatnot. Well, truth be known, I ended up reactivating my account about a month and a half later. Move ahead 5 months, and I have committed Facebook suicide for a second time. This time though, I literally killed my virtual self. I went through every “photo album” and deleted every picture. I went through all of my “interests” and deleted those. And doing that wasn’t very difficult. I didn’t really care. But then, I went into delete mode, and started deleting every single wall post.

It wasn’t until I started deleting every wall post did I really feel like I was erasing a part of me. I had Facebook for a solid 4 years. In that time, I have left high school, I have made friends, I have lost friends, people I have known passed away, I have adjusted to university life, I have adjusted to life with a dog, I have started this and three other blogs, I have been hired and fired from jobs, and every single thing that I have been through has in some way been documented on Facebook. I never realized it, but if I died, someone could have written a four year biography on my life just from the information they could gather from Facebook. Piece by piece though, I erased it, and I killed my Facebook identity.

While I was going through, erasing everything, I actually felt sad. I felt like I was really losing something. I felt like I was losing a friend. I find it surprising that I felt that way, but that is really the generation that we live in now right? We spend hours and days and weeks and months developing our virtual self. We create a side of us that we want to project to the world. People get to know our online identity well before they really get to know our real self. A term has actually been created for that too – Facebook creeping. You always “creep” people you think you might like before you add them as a “friend” and then you converse virtually before you really meet face to face at all. So, while I feel sad, and somewhat incomplete now, I feel good knowing that instead of working on a part of me to project virtually to the world, I will now work on my real self. Instead of hiding behind a screen, I will find out how I really want to be projected to the world, and I will fashion myself that way, without the help of a virtual persona.

A lot of people have asked me why I deleted Facebook. And for these people I have a few answers. First being, should I ever decide to pursue a political career I feel it wise that I get rid of Facebook for a few years before that happens. Things have a way of creeping up behind you and catching you off-guard when you least expect it, so this is my way of protecting my future-self from anything that people might try to dig up on me from Facebook. I know that regardless, my past will come up in a political career, but why make it easy for people to dig something up?

Secondly, I have spent way too much time on Facebook in the past, and I think that it is much more important to focus on my real relationships, and put real time in for my friends and family, and go out of my way to meet up with people for coffee or a movie, rather than just posting a message on their Facebook wall. For about 3 out of my 4 years on Facebook, I have refused to write “Happy Birthday” on anyone’s Facebook wall. And I have felt insulted when people wrote “Happy Birthday” on my wall. How utterly impersonal is that? I am not a huge fan of birthdays to begin with, but if you can’t see the person on their birthday, give them a phone call! Sure it only takes 5 seconds to write on their wall, but how about taking a minute and a half to give them a quick call. I mean, if you really care about them it shouldn’t be that big of a burden.

Third, I feel that I have had a good run on Facebook. I have had a good time, and there are fond memories associated directly to Facebook. But, Facebook is adapting and changing constantly, and I am tired of constantly changing for Facebook. Facebook used to be a very simple platform for communication, and over the past few years it has changed into a place where people can play games, every interest has now been associated with a “page,” and frankly I am tired of Facebook suggesting I be friends with people just because we have a friend or two in common. This might sound petty, but hey, it’s a reason nonetheless.

Cheers to my virtual self – you will be missed by few, and to others you will just be one less “friend” that they will have to make up for. Either way, I know I will keep on keeping on.


“MySpace and Facebook have created a generation that, supposedly, has many friends but little sense of privacy and a narcissistic fascination with self-display.”

Remember when you were a child? When you played outside and made up your own games? Not everyone from my generation did this. Most have been consumed by video games from a young age. But I have been sitting, thinking to myself today: “what happened to me?” Instead of making my own games and having fun outside, I am making my own video game maps and killing zombies online (which come on, its probably good practice for the inevitable… but still.) I sleep until noon, I work, I spend too much time on msn “chatting” or on Facebook, but when do I go outside? Today I decided I would go outside for a morning coffee at the bright hour of 1130am and it really hit me. I forget the games I played as a child. I remember a summer where I biked into town every day with my mother (we live in the county so its quite a bike ride before you get to town), and I remember swimming in my pool and racing to find loonies my father threw to the bottom. But what else did I do? What else did I play? Is this what growing up is about – losing your imagination, your creativity, your childhood memories, your innocence?

As I am writing this right now (on pen and paper), I am listening to the neighbourhood children pretend to be roosters… random, I know, but how fun! I am sure they are laughing and having an awesome time! If I were to do this though, what would people say and think about me? Isn’t that a question you never asked as a child…

I am sitting and looking at the clouds. So fluffy and white. They don’t seem to turn into animals and dance for me anymore. My skin is starting to burn a little bit, but as sadistic as it sounds, I like it – it makes me feel a little more alive. The wind blows gently in my face… everything is so simple outside. The chaos from my day to day life seems unnecessary and unimportant. I know I have to return to the chaos, but everything inside me is telling me not to – to stay. Is that the child inside of me, crying out for attention? I just want to see the clouds dance once more. Is this growing up? I guess we all just keep keeping on anyway…


Before we get started – I know the second and twenty-second of every month. I am scrapping that while I am in school. It is not feasible and it makes me feel guilty. Leave me alone.

I have been off Facebook for… almost 2 days now. I am going through withdrawals. As soon as I deleted my Facebook, I thought to myself, “I should update my status to tell people that I’m not on Facebook anymore…” but there is a problem with that. I no longer have a status! So I am sitting in front of my computer wondering to myself “what now?” Have I really consumed THAT much time with Facebook that I literally have no ideas of what to do with myself? I have now resorted to writing a blog post for a blog that few of my friends even know about.

What made me do this? Good question. I have been talking about deactivating it for a while – committing Facebook suicide. But talk is just talk, and I thought it was time to take the plunge. Perfect timing anyway, as the prowl has stopped for a bit as rejection has hit hard again. Wanting to pull a Bon Iver (If you don’t know who Bon Iver is… he is a current pocket band of mine, the story behind him is pretty sweet – I’ll put a link to a song below this post… feel privileged, I don’t do this for anyone…) and isolate myself in a small cabin in a forest, and leave everything behind, this is the best I will be able to do… for now anyway. This sounds depressing. See the thing is… I love humanity, but I hate people. People are frustrating and complicated. Who needs people?    

Good things have happened since I have been off Facebook! Seeing as I have extra time on my hands I need to find other amusing things to do. A lot of people have recently been calling me Recyclops, a fictional character that Dwight Schrute plays every Earth Day on The Office. They call me this because I have recently been increasingly concerned about the state of our environment. In my university there is an area for business students to socialize, hang out, and study with other conceited and pretentious business students. I hang out there sometimes… and my blood BOILS! All these people are throwing out their coffee cups! Everyone should know that the plastic tops and the cardboard-ish cups are both recyclable! A problem, though, is that there is only one recycle bin in the student lounge, and business students (and other students who have a big enough ego to fit in) throw garbage in the recycle bin along with recyclables – because they are really smart – and therefore leave the recycle bin ineffective. (I seem to have quite a bit of pent up anger for the Business program, I must add that there are a few cool cats in the Business program, and I am in Business myself so I really shouldn’t knock them too hard… most business students act extremely conceited sometimes and that really bothers me – CALL OUT TO JESSE BAUER AND HARVARD!!)

Anyway, back to the story at hand… I raised enough hell in the right places to get a three tier recycle / garbage bin in the student lounge so that everything is divided and organized simply so everyone can help save the environment. It also gives students no excuse to not recycle, and me the right to bitch people out who don’t. I see this as a small victory for me… and who knows… if I had Facebook maybe I wouldn’t have ever done this! I probably would have resorted to a Facebook group / Fan Page / angry status update. And really… talk is just talk until you actually do something.

What else have I done without Facebook? I don’t know… its only been two days, although that is like a year and a half in Facebook time. I am just hoping that good things come from this change, and so far I have seen good things.

And guys, I have been working on an epic tale about my roommates and me and drama… its going to be great and I will be posting it here as soon as it is done. So buckle up and get ready!

Until next time, keep on keeping on.