FACEBOOK BACK: To Facebook or not to Facebook?

FACEBOOK BACK: To Facebook or not to Facebook?

Why I left … and why I’m coming back. Kinda.

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[Full D: I think it’s necessary that I come clean and properly qualify my “leaving Facebook” as, in fact, a tricknologically imposed hiatus. I never intended to be gone from The Virtual World That Zucker Crafted (and Jamiroquai predicted almost a decade before) for four months. But I gotta admit: I found a certain level of comfort and even serenity not thinking about or logging on to Facebook.]

See, what happened was …. I powered up the ancient Macbook Pro I use on or around the 6th of June. I had a slew of posts planned for Black Music Month and was readying both a biz plan and a short film for presentation and meetings when I got one of those downloadable update notifications. I usually ignore them: I know from past experiences that when you download an update it pretty much shuts you down, no matter if it says “You can continue to work” or “Update will run in the background” yadda, yadda, yadda. Bullschnizzle. But for some stupid reason, knowing all that I had to do, on this day I clicked on it … and it killed the Mac.

See, what happened was …. I powered up the ancient Macbook Pro I use on or around the 6th of June. I had a slew of posts planned for Black Music Month and was readying both a biz plan and a short film for presentation and meetings when I got one of those downloadable update notifications. I usually ignore them: I know from past experiences that when you download an update it pretty much shuts you down, no matter if it says “You can continue to work” or “Update will run in the background” yadda, yadda, yadda. Bullschnizzle. But for some stupid reason, knowing all that I had to do, on this day I clicked on it … and it killed the Mac.

At least I thought it did.

The sucka blinked and froze up.

It responded to no commands, prompts, pounding of keys  or pleading.

I remained calm, outwardly – frontin’ really – repeatedly telling myself “This. Is. Not. Good.” and “This. Is. Not. Happening. Not. Right. Now.” So I waited. And. Waited. And waited some mo’. A few hours went by … nada. So, I relented and rebooted. When I got the gray, ghoulish glow and saw the Apple logo I thought, “Hey, this might be ok.” As long as you see that logo it means the OS is still on the machine and there’s a good chance you can retrieve your files. But then it blinked again and Poof! The Apple was gone!  Instead a file illo took its place with an arrow: it was looking for the OS.  It didn’t find it. I did everything I could to restore and retrieve my files but nothing worked. The OS was gone. So was all my stuff that I hadn’t backed up for a few days; some of it was on Google Drive and in The Cloud, but there was a lot of stuff lost, gone for good. Damn, damn, damn! Cue up Pete & CL. I was prepared to bury the artifact, but I took it to Best Buy/Geek Squad to see if there was any hope. They couldn’t get it to even boot up. “Sorry.” Yeah. But when I got it home it did, so I took it back. They found that the HD had been killed: pay a couple hunnid to get all my info back AND buy a new hard drive.

WTF!!!

All told it took me about a month and a great tech – shouts to Cynthia @ Best Buy, Pentagon City. She’s. Tha. Biz. Niz. – from Geek Squad to actually diagnose my problem – the download killed my hard drive, which was just over a year old – and fix it. She returned the year old drive (Seagate. Sucks) and swapped it for a new, less expensive and better one (Western Digital all day!). So though I now had a computer I needed to get crackin’ on rebuilding the stuff I had lost. That would require lots of time, so, checkin’ for Facebook was not even on my list of priorities. Like an addict who had no idea how much his habit had affected everything until he kicks and looks back at the wreckage, I realized how much I really didn’t NEED Facebook to live. My girls, good craft and imported beer, basketball, good food and intellectual and sexual stimuli, yeah. Zucker’s Thing? Not. So. Much. It didn’t help that this was right around the time we found out that all us FB folk were guinea pigs for some crazy psychological study. Didn’t sign up for that. Timing. Is. Everything.

Right on cue my phone got taken out by an update too. My shit was on somebody’s hit list. It pretty much killed any motivation to even monitor activity on FB. I got a new phone but I didn’t install the FB app. Other than a couple driveby’s and B’Earthday wishes about three months back I’ve been ghost. I’ll be installing it soon, maybe today.

So now, I approach my return with clarity but also a bit of trepidation: I didn’t miss it as much as I thought I would. I’m not an addictive personality: I’m able to quit pretty much anything and anybody cold turkey, right on the spot (just ask some former flames, friends and fools). Right now I got a lot of shit on the table so I don’t have time to fully immerse myself in FB but I do need the network I’ve built  to move certain things along: hope that doesn’t seem mercenary or duplicitous (I’m a Scorpio, so never that) but it’s the truth. But the lure and the desire to catch up is still there. Just keepin’ it 100.

I’ve come to the realization that a lot of other people also have: Facebook is cool for kinda sorta keeping in touch with friends and feeling like you’re connected. But that shit’s a facsimile of the real thing: you feel like you’re connected, but how many of us have had a real conversation with four or five of your friends – not family, cause God knows you can’t avoid them even if you wanted to – you don’t work with or live in close proximity to in the last few months based off of something you saw on their timeline or have even picked up the phone to check in instead of hovering like an apparition over the screen and clicking “Like” or inserting some emoticon/emoji to “express” whatever that stimuli caused you to feel? How many of us have sat down with friends recently in this hyper kinetic always connected existence? Is this limited interaction what is now accepted as living, as caring?

Yes. Yes it is.

I’m a hypocrite here: I have had conversations with people based off some FB posting(s), and I’ve truly cherished them, but I haven’t had as many as I should’ve. Some folks have called and inquired about me during my semi-self-imposed exile. I appreciated it. Thank you. That’s no shade thrown towards anybody who didn’t [I don’t get down like that; I’ve never been accused of being passive-aggressive about ANYTHING]. I understand that folks are busy and invested in their lives and I may or may not be anywhere near the top of their list of Shit That’s Truly Important. It’s cool. I don’t need or expect it to be ok. I’m not nearly as Narcissistic or self-absorbed as some would believe … but I know that I’m far too passionate, too caring and invested in the things and people that do matter to me to feel completely real about it. In that sense I’m definitely a throwback: I like and crave human interaction. I need that shit to live. We all do. But a lot of y’all are simply better at disengaging or extracting meaning from these exchanges than I. You’re more evolved and adaptable to this age we “live” in.

More. Power. To. you.

I also realized that F’Book is good for learning historical stuff that I didn’t know, not really breaking news/trending stuff and discovering newness: that’s Twitter. Follow me n’ I’ll follow back.

So, I’m back, MuthaZuckers. It’ll never be the same but it’s not supposed to be. Change is the only thing that’s consistent: really that’s life. Holla if you feel me.

Love and Light to my brother Reggie Ray. We kept saying we were gonna get up … Damn.