Post by The Brunette on Sept 28, 2012 18:40:09 GMT -4
I didn't see any PMs on my timeline, but I deleted my inbox anyway. This just reminds me of why I'm a hermit on Facebook.
I'm basically only on FB to follow my favorite businesses and blogs, and I don't really use it to keep in touch with others (just one or two people). My husband never joined, and my best friend deleted her account a couple of years ago.
While in the beginning it was easy to get caught up in the pressure to share, share, share, I disabled my wall after relatives called me by a nickname that I didn't want my non-family to know of. With time, I became wary of posting anything about my life because I was burned by a reset of the privacy settings.
Story time: When I got engaged in November 2009, I refused to change my relationship status because in addition to trying to avoid "hey fat bride" weight-loss ads, I didn't want everyone to know. Instead, I decided to write a post with the news, visible to a select group of people.
Not too long after, Facebook reset the privacy settings. In February 2010, I got a response to that post from one of the wasn't-supposed-to-see-its, an annoying girl from my high school homeroom who simply had to comment on everything every one of her hundreds of FB friends does or posts, and who was a notorious SuperPoke abuser (like sharing open-faced salmon sandwiches with me for Norwegian Independence Day, when she's not even Norwegian).
She was just as annoying as I expected her to be. "I missed your message when you posted..." Well, yeah. "Congratulations! You must be so excited." Well, not so much now that you know.
When it comes to privacy violations, this was pretty tame. But it was still uncomfortable. I unfriended her, then I deleted everything I ever posted or shared and untagged myself from other people's photos. I did post some wedding pictures and change my relationship status from "in a relationship" to "married," but that, and my carefully selected Likes, were pretty much the only glimpse of my life I was going to give to the 40 people I pared down my Friends to.
I'm basically only on FB to follow my favorite businesses and blogs, and I don't really use it to keep in touch with others (just one or two people). My husband never joined, and my best friend deleted her account a couple of years ago.
While in the beginning it was easy to get caught up in the pressure to share, share, share, I disabled my wall after relatives called me by a nickname that I didn't want my non-family to know of. With time, I became wary of posting anything about my life because I was burned by a reset of the privacy settings.
Story time: When I got engaged in November 2009, I refused to change my relationship status because in addition to trying to avoid "hey fat bride" weight-loss ads, I didn't want everyone to know. Instead, I decided to write a post with the news, visible to a select group of people.
Not too long after, Facebook reset the privacy settings. In February 2010, I got a response to that post from one of the wasn't-supposed-to-see-its, an annoying girl from my high school homeroom who simply had to comment on everything every one of her hundreds of FB friends does or posts, and who was a notorious SuperPoke abuser (like sharing open-faced salmon sandwiches with me for Norwegian Independence Day, when she's not even Norwegian).
She was just as annoying as I expected her to be. "I missed your message when you posted..." Well, yeah. "Congratulations! You must be so excited." Well, not so much now that you know.
When it comes to privacy violations, this was pretty tame. But it was still uncomfortable. I unfriended her, then I deleted everything I ever posted or shared and untagged myself from other people's photos. I did post some wedding pictures and change my relationship status from "in a relationship" to "married," but that, and my carefully selected Likes, were pretty much the only glimpse of my life I was going to give to the 40 people I pared down my Friends to.