Facebook. The final frontier. Who would have thought that a grown man would become so dependent on an online social networking web site? Is this another rant about how unfair Facebook has been to me? Damn right it is. This was the final straw and I stood there feeling helpless once again. Helpless in the sense that I poured a lot of energy into my Facebook profile socially and professionally. My Facebook account has been “disabled” whatever that means. I assume it means deleted. I hope it means temporarily disabled. I’ve had minor run-ins with Facebook before. I’ve had photos and pages removed in the past. I assume it’s from some uptight person that came across my page and was offended by the smallest thing. I’ve watched some people’s profiles with blatant pornography and extreme acts of violence on their page with no problems year after year. I’ve had that profile over 5 years and suddenly –poof- gone.
I’m not the paranoid type (most of the time unless they are after me or you’re after me) but I do feel singled out. I do realize that I am not the only one. Luckily, I am on new medications (see my last blog) and I’m too busy adjusting to spend much time on Facebook or worrying about my dilemma.
The only things that bother me are the many friends I have to track down and the loss of commission artwork I was selling. Facebook took away my income. I can adjust. I have another profile and I’ll be more selective of my posts of my art.
some of my old “friends” on facebook to add to my back up and now new profile. I’ve been preparing for this moment because of Facebook’s Fascist tendencies as far as their view of censorship. I had too many photographs up to even know what they were censoring. I have been more and more careful since my first of many warnings. I created another profile just in case. I’m not even sure if this is temporary or forever. Facebook is extremely vague with their terminology. Disabled can imply forever or temporary. I’m assuming forever.
On the positive side I do have another profile and I can rebuild and even redefine myself. I can make it mostly a private profile for serious friends, associates and potential buyers of my art and readers of my writing.
I’m just not sure if my lack of caring is due to my new medications, my disorders or actual growth since I have a plan. I guess it doesn’t matter. I’m still Rich Hillen Jr. Whatever that means.