{"id":15081,"date":"2017-02-14T16:41:00","date_gmt":"2017-02-14T21:41:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/hameblog\/2017\/02\/14\/i-wish-i-could-quit-you-facebook\/"},"modified":"2025-09-12T07:50:34","modified_gmt":"2025-09-12T10:50:34","slug":"i-wish-i-could-quit-you-facebook","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/2017\/02\/14\/i-wish-i-could-quit-you-facebook\/","title":{"rendered":"I Wish I Could Quit You, Facebook"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Cribbed from an e-mail to a friend&#8230;<\/em><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>My clicky-finger was hovering over the &#8216;Deactivate&#8217; button on Facebook just a few days ago.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>I hesitate to share anything there because I don&#8217;t want to deal with the volume or possible negativity of others&#8217; reactions. Yet, as a creative person who&#8217;s enough of a wank to need applause, I enjoy having someplace to share things where I know people will see them. (Twitter used to be that, but I have a weird feeling that Twitter is dying.)<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>If I thought anyone would ever see my blog, I&#8217;d just stick to posting there, because that&#8217;s my space, and I have some creative control there. I don&#8217;t particularly want to advance Facebook&#8217;s thing. (Especially when I&#8217;m on my phone and it recommends horrible pages by horrible Americans saying horrible things.)<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>I wish I could just ignore Facebook, but somehow it has a gravitational pull, especially in those empty moments when I&#8217;m spent. But when I do pull myself away and read or even just look up, life feels better.<\/p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Cribbed from an e-mail to a friend&#8230; My clicky-finger was hovering over the &#8216;Deactivate&#8217; button on Facebook just a few days ago. I hesitate to share anything there because I don&#8217;t want to deal with the volume or possible negativity of others&#8217; reactions. Yet, as a creative person who&#8217;s enough of a wank to need [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15081","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15081","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15081"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15081\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15081"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15081"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15081"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}