Choose and be damned.

Suddenly, in the digital age, a personal decision like logging off Facebook is not in my hands anymore. It is inextricably linked to my “friends”, work, groups and notes. It does not matter if I continue to gag over photographs of candles shot with a flash, or kill myself over someone’s umpteenth picture of their boyfriend’s stubble. And clearly invasion of privacy or voyeurism are non-issues.

“You have to get with it, or you will be left behind. If we are not in these spaces then we don't exist”, comes a stern warning. (Oooh! I’m scared, mommy!)

You get plastered with new labels – ‘Technophobe’, ‘media idiot’, ‘tech-hater’. It does not matter that you love the internet to bits, or you are excited by digital advancements. You are not good enough, because you are not on Facebook!

So at the risk of losing friends, alienating people, and of course ceasing to exist, I’m getting out of Facebook pronto. See you all on the internet. :)