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  • I am upset by the recent revelations of Facebook’s shenanigans. I am contemplating a withdrawal from the popular social networking site. I wrote on Facebook:

    “I know that it appears to be counter productive. I might be cutting off my nose to spite my face, but I refuse to be mistreated, ignored, used and abused.

    They changed my personal settings without my permission, without warning. They crossed the line in my book.” I ranted with self-righteous indignation.

    “I am going to do a little test,” I said. “Effective July 1, I won't use Facebook unless its an emergency. I am going to take a 30 day vacation. Consider it a form of withdrawal, Cold Turkey, as it were.”

    A couple of friends asked what would constitute a Facebook emergency?

    “What if I have to go to the hospital because of a serious problem. I would want all my Facebook friends to know.”

    One of my friends questioned my ability to deal with Facebook considering the gravity of a serious illness and hospital stay.

    I responded, “I have over 300 "friends" on Facebook. Many are business acquaintances. Facebook is an efficient way to reach a large number of people to tell them of any given situation.

    Yes, I tend to put the concerns of others ahead of my own. So, if possible, I would alert people as to what was going on with me. It's not an ego thing.

    A couple of years ago, I had a friend named Ed. He worked at the Center doing various odd jobs. I would drop by the Center twice a month and rap with the brother. He always made me laugh. He would say, "James, I am too blessed to be stressed!" He was a character!

    After noticing that I hadn't seen Ed around, I asked about him. Someone told me, "Ed? He died weeks ago." I missed Ed. He was cool with me.

    Sometimes abrupt departures are unavoidable. If I do leave Facebook, I want to give everybody advanced notice. (In fact, this did happen to me about 6 years ago. I was in the hospital - in ICU - but I asked my sister to tell all my friends on a blogging site about my health issues.)”

    I hate saying goodbyes. But they are a part of life. Saying goodbye to Facebook is not the worst thing in the world.
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