Pull the plug

Photo by BobbaLew.

Yrs trly is considering deactivating his Facebook.
A friend showed me how. It’s not rocket-science.
I previously thought it wasn’t possible; that there was no exit.
Not bailing on Facebook altogether; just deactivating the Facebook with my actual name on it, and doing what my wife did, activating a Facebook with a faux name.
This is because Facebook is so public, unlike my family’s web-site, which is also social media, but private: you have to be invited.
Facebook is frustration galore. It has locked this machine, and every time I fire it up, it’s slightly different.
My friend nailed it. They change formats like he changes underwear.
Beyond that, I’ve never been able to figure it out.
Everything my sister-in-law in Delaware, among others, posts appears on my Facebook. —Other “friends” don’t.
I’ve looked at my account-settings, and it seems I’d have to be a techno-maven.
Gobbledegook galore. Sharing and whatever!
Also there is the Facebook word-limit; anathema to a word-generator like me.
And most of what I’ve read is pointless: “You go girl” and “Burp!”
Often I wonder if what I read was posted from a SmartPhone. Their keyboard is near impossible.
I have a SmartPhone myself, and its keyboard is so frustratingly tiny, it limits what I type. —My SmartPhone gets my e-mail, but I rarely respond.
A SmartPhone keyboard might be good for five or six words. A real keyboard, like what I’m using now, is much more useful and friendly.
And if I try to post a reasoned argument on someone’s “wall,” Facebook goes ballistic. —It can’t do it; too many words!
Okay, I can accept that.
For the sake of occasional social interchange, I can accept their silly word-limit.
But what about all the useless ads on their right margin?
Rochester Bucket-List, and who is searching you; lithesome lassie with megacleavage revealed.
And ads aimed at my interests — railfanning for example.
I never click ‘em. How do I know if some ne’er-do-well is fishing for my identity?
One time an ad flew on Facebook of a stupid screenshot I took, as if it was a viable photograph of mine.
Laughable!
Those clowns will do anything!
So goes my legitimate Facebook.
I suppose I’ll have to notify all my Facebook “friends” of my new faux Facebook. —It’ll be the same profile pik; an American flag (as above).
I have 42 “friends.”
They will hear by e-mail.

• My wife of 43+ years is “Linda.” She retired as a computer programmer.
• I’m a railfan, and have been since age-two (I’m 67).