If I were to classify this blog as to type, it would have to be labelled a cautionary tale. Anything posted on line will remain. It lives on in the “cloud.”
In a fit of frustration, after yet another disturbing, partisan, nasty political posting, AND having someone I didn’t know thank me for my “friend” request, AND seeing another in a series of friends being hacked, I disconnected from Facebook.
I’ve stopped using it before, but this time, I actually went to the system controls and disassociated myself from the site. I was convinced that I was done with it for good.
Well, I missed seeing the pictures that my friends posted. I missed the recipes and ideas shared by the many food sites that I enjoy reading. I missed the opportunity to virtually touch friends, who were once an important part of my life, that I no longer see. So, I decided to give Facebook another try. I also learned about the option to stop seeing certain types of postings.
Come to find out that disconnecting doesn’t mean much of anything. When I activated the app, thinking that I would have to start from scratch, there was a little cloud icon just sitting there waiting for me. One click (and my password) and it was as though I had never been away. Everything I had posted remained.
This is not a major issue for me personally in that I’m not likely to post anything that could come back to haunt me. My blogs and pictures are meant to be shared. But it remains disconcerting that it seems next to impossible to retrieve something that might have been posted by a serious error in judgement. Or posted by a young person in a flurry of immaturity.
A click of the mouse is not a simple thing.