The unsociable among us are the silent protesters of a world gone mad.
About a month ago I wrote a post about evacuating Facebook. I had long since deleted the app from my phone — actually, I never re-installed it after my phone restoration incident — and logged out of every connected app, browser, and device. I closed my browser, walked away, and didn’t look back. I locked the key under a loose floorboard, poured myself a coffee, and picked up a magazine.
The key rattled a little bit. I could hear it clicking and clacking around in the floor joists.
For a couple weeks, the Facebook engagement bots sent me numerous messages wondering in a rainbow of tones and inquiries if I was coming back. ‘It looks like you’re having trouble logging into Facebook. Just click the button below and we’ll log you in.’ (no thanks) … ‘Did you lose your password?’ (kinda) … ‘Do you need help logging in?’ (not really) … ‘Your friends miss your updates.’ (i doubt it) … ‘Just click this link: it’ll be soooo easy to reconnect. C’mon… you know you want to.’ (leave me alone!)