Farcebook

I'm one step closer (or one step away, I guess) from deleting my Facebook account.

To be honest, I've been thinking about this for a while now. I resisted Facebook for a long time. I wound up establishing a Facebook account reluctantly and for stupid reasons. I kept it under tight rein for a long time, adding friends slowly and carefully, and taking advantage of as much of Facebook's inadequate privacy settings as I could.

I put up with Facebook's constant fucking around with their UI and their meddling with their settings. I put up with their crappy interface. I did all this mainly to converse with a few people with whom I can't otherwise interact normally.

I've been wondering if it's been worth the effort, really.

Today I just found out that another of Facebook's crappy privacy settings hiccuped and started exposing stuff I usually have on lockdown. I'm pretty good about not posting very private stuff. My account info is mostly a tissue of lies and I do my best to nuke any photos of myself.

That said, I get pissed when photo albums I have, regardless of how private they are, somehow slip past the net of security settings I have.

And they did.

I reset the settings. I have no idea if the setting is holding. I'm going to sleep on this. Odds are I'm going to nuke the account tomorrow. I may change my mind. We'll see.

Fucking Facebook.