Facebook Is Not the Devil
You just have to know how — and when — to use it.
“How are you doing over in Cape Town?”
What a strange question, I thought, while reading an email from one of my very best friends. Doesn’t she know where I am?
I thought everyone who knew me did. Although I’d told only a few people personally, pretty much everything I’d posted on Facebook during the previous month or so had something to do with my forthcoming book or my big move from Cape Town to Sydney for a new job. Where had she been?
Good question.
“Where have you been? Haven’t you been on Facebook?” I asked in response, expecting her to tell me about how the never-ending demands of work made it impossible to keep up with everybody’s status updates.
As it turned out, she hadn’t been keeping up with anybody’s status updates because she’d “deactivated” her Facebook account two months earlier, weeks before I left Cape Town for Sydney. (Deactivating Facebook hides your profile and puts everything on pause until you decide to reactivate and resume your Facebook life as if you’d never left it.)
