Goodbye Facebook

GOODBYEEE...I’ve got serious ‘status updatitis’. Blackberry enabled FB status updates on the loo have finally killed the FB in me. So to all the bored housewives with tales of daily childcare, to all the church leaders who advertise their ‘must go to’ events, to all the frustrated unpublished theologians who proliferate their many many views, to all those who repeated their friend requests (did you not get that you’ve asked me before?), to all the people in the friend queue (I’m sorry), to all the people who were a sort-of-friend-once but never moved on, to the three people who wanted to be my friend but wouldn't speak to me in real life, to all the glamorous random Eastern Euro ladies (nice but why me?), to the hung over party people, to the gloomy Monday club and the happier Friday club, to the Sunday B&Q searchers, the sofaphilosophers, Saturday carwashers, to the weather obsessors, to the holiday gloaters and holiday photos (yes I looked and it made me feel naughty), to the horoscopers, to the catch phrase junkies, to the blog interlacers, and tweet-weavers, to those who quote others in talks as they hear them, to those with more friends than me (usually more Church enculturated = more friends), and to those with less friends than me (clearly not as popular (had to say it)), to the Chilean miner updaters, the BBC News readers, the middle east crisis observors, the good causers, the big eventers, the marathon runners, fun runners and swimathoners, the festival junkies and band PR people, to the ‘live abroads’ and ‘live aboards’, to the world savers, your lives exhaust me. I’m sorry I simply can’t do this anymore. I dislike. Also, who deletes accounts when we die? See you on the re-created FB, on Godbook, on the other side where we will all truly be friends. Goodbye the fearless.