I had a nostalgic bite of browsing Facebook and their links for about 5 hours straight. Achieving nothing and envying everything. A cool reason why my future self may hit me using a plastic mullet with whistles. Also the reason why I started an “un-friend” campaign for a year which is an international success.
Friends in real life don’t guilt trip you into “liking” shit.
Any left-brainer person knows that a “friend” is a trading position. A fraction of your time in a day which can cost or earn you resources in some sense.
But expressing a lot of stuff online? Stop shaking heads,fuck you. How can you be exactly be more or less serious?
Who in the flying fuck thought about the 1 like = 1 prayer/money/respect trend? His/her purpose and time in life might be poorly spent.
Who? Your lazy-ass-stamp-addict-empty-planner-frappe-induced-overpaid-seo-social-media consultant who can’t pronounce three words without letter “f” and “t”? Your overpriced fashion brand who evade taxes? Your bogus charity page?
Anyway you can close this tab because maybe, just maybe, you forgot to “like” the awesome gellato chocolate stupid selfie shit in a plush hotel, brought to you by your favorite local friendzoner crush. Along with that spreading of oily chicken legs that your pet chihuahua more famous than you can eat. What a clusterfuck.
Everybody has to justify their pay but…some things are more nay than yay. Some things just don’t fit right.
Value is a flux thing, connecting people is great. I owe the system my online presence in a sense that an employer can Google or grep my name in a database. Also great for connecting with friends about how they end up with what they are doing in their lives. Along with the Oh-you’re-so-so-cool-before-but-now moments. Pretty slick.
I don’t know exactly how Facebook operates. The system mastered Pavlov’s techniques, the old boy’s club wisdom about managing cocaine-like dynamics on psyches, the viral “like” button mentality.(Can a cheeseburger like?)
The ubiquitous idea of being able to project an omnipresence feeling about eyeballs and imaginary profit tickets that you can bleed in your gums in any Starbucks branch with glee.
I really have no idea, but all I know is that they are real players and knows how to play the game. They got backing from different strong allies and shit. Someone has to do it and they did.You will highly think that the social network is the main thing that they’re busy today, but that can be managed by an AI and a couple of PHB at a price.
Over time, what you do thickens like a Sharpie line. They’re probably busy at something else and solving interesting society problems. I don’t know. I am over stretching the ideas by appearing arrogant and ranting in the process. My writing must be improved next time.