Now I’m never been somebody that requires a ton of privacy. But sometimes it gets to a point where it’s like, yo bro… give me some space.
One of the biggest expansions Facebook has made in the recent past is adding Facebook chat. This means that anybody that you are friends with on Facebook could message you instantaneously. Initially I didn’t really see the harm in it. People don’t really use AIM anymore, so why not give them another outlet to be able to reach me?
But then I remembered that people are insane.
All of my friends whom I talk to and associate with regularly know my screen name. I want them to know it because I enjoy talking to them. If you’re somebody that I’d rather not associate with frequently, then I either won’t give you my screen name or I’d be reluctant to give it to you.
Those used to be the rules. In the past, you had to earn somebody’s screen name. It’s an advancement in the friendship and a symbol of trust.
And then Facebook went and threw that all out the window.
Now, anybody could chat me. Creepers, crazy stalker girls, that kid from high school that clearly has no friends, etc. Lately it was getting to a point where I had to keep my Facebook visits short so I didn’t give people time to chat me. I also had to remember to not leave Facebook open as a window in the background.
I kept Facebook chat accessible for such a long time that I forgot that disabling it is even an option. But, today, I finally decided to take the plunge.
Like I said before, there is nobody that I ever need to contact that doesn’t know my screen name. And If I do want someone to be able to contact me regularly, then I’ll simply just give it to them. But what I don’t want — at all — is people whom I have no desire to talk to having the ability to message me whenever they want.
So today I Googled “How to disable Facebook chat,” and found that it was rather simple. You just click on the chat button in the lower right hand corner, and then under options, you click ‘go offline.’ Done.
With that click, I felt free. I felt liberated. I can now peruse Facebook as long as my heart desires. I can leave the window open for hours at a time and nobody will be any the wiser. I can spend several minutes at a time browsing through a hot girl’s vast picture collection in peace, searching for that one perfect bikini picture. I feel reborn.
Life is good. Life is good.
By the way, I can’t help it… this music video is awesome.
The monkeys were a really nice touch. And it’s a great song if for the only reason because it’s how I wish i could live every single day of my life.
Oh and one more side note. The annual Boston Marathon was today (which is why the Red Sox play every year at 11:00 a.m. on this date), and some Kenyan dude set a new world record by completing a marathon in 123 minutes.
It’s the fastest time ever recorded that anybody has completed a full marathon.
I repeat for emphasis: He finished an entire 26.2 mile marathon 2 hours and 3 minutes. That means he could have woken up a little bit earlier than usual, went outside, ran an entire marathon, taken a quick shower and showed up bright and early for work.
Whereas, if I were to attempt a marathon, it would probably take me an entire day to do it.
And get this… his time is not being recognized by track’s international governing body because there was supposedly a strong tailwind throughout the race.
Are you shitting me? Yeah, I’m sure it was “a strong tailwind” that made him run so quickly, and NOT the fact that he’s just… uhh… really fuckin’ fast! What a disgrace! How could a tailwind be such an influence in a 26 mile course?! You’re running in different directions throughout the race! I don’t get it.
In my heart, man, you own the record. Take that for what it’s worth.
Which clearly is nothing.