I never used the thing. I spotted it as an abomination, making its way toward being possibly the most colossal crime against humanity ever committed in due time, from the first time I ever heard of it. I have lived with a mix of feelings I never knew could all exist together, ever since: disgust, disappointment off the scale, dread, isolation, and an immeasurable sense of incredulity; all associated with knowing that my fellow human beings have been duped beyond any degree I ever even thought possible, into submitting themselves to an obvious drive for absolute power over all of us.
And the scariest, and most bizarre thing of all, is knowing that everyone knows I am right about this inutterably perverse thing, and was all along.
So yes, my life has changed. After endless eons of developments of countless means of communicating among one another, I have watched in horror in a few short years, as the entire species free-falls toward a condition of there being only one means left. People no longer call or write or even send texts or emails to keep in touch with me, and there seems to have arisen this sense of aggrievement toward me as an abstainer from farcebook, that it is my fault no one wants to stay in touch any more.
I haven’t gone anywhere. But they all have. God help them.
I hope that evil corporation experiences some sort of catastrophic and total failure of its systems, tomorrow. Yesterday would not have been soon enough.
I wish that megalomanic overgrown teenager of a sleazy hacker with that idiotic smirk I’d love to dislocate his skull to wipe it off his face, would take a long walk off a short pier. Right now, or sooner.
And I wish my species would wake the fuck up to this monstrosity, and end it.
