Biploar disorder is really weird. I am relearning today how my bi-polar life, even when I Have and take most all of my medicines (which is the case at present) my life is always a series of ups and downs. And having had a really great day, that stretched for fully 30 hours, and having slept about 12 hours I need to be sure to report that I feel like I’ve been run over by a bus.
It wasn’t Facebook fatigue I felt this morning– yesterday I was on FB some, though I used it mostly as a tool, among many tools in my arsenal to actually get dressed, go out, go somewhere and Do Something. I had two separate visits, many hours apart that would have amounted to four billable hours, if I were the sort to charge a friend :) And while I am still manic today, I am also physically tired. I have done a lot of work on my new project, and I fear that going forward my new project is going to take more and more of my attention, since I will be trying to establish a new niche audience for a fictitious character in an “adult” niche.
I’ve written before about my sincerest belief that Google is tragically mistaken in their belief that forcing people to give a “wallet name” on their social site provides some level of authenticity or credibility. The fact that a brand new fictitious character that I am still in the process of creating was easily able to get a G+ profile. And my wallet name has tons of different e-mails and accounts with Googles and my primary experience with all of Google’s different sites and services is one of intense frustration because I am forever being prompted to change to a different Google account. Meh.
As it happens I have also been suffering from some actual Facebook fatigue. I did an Empire Avenue mission the other day, and found my self on some Facebook screen or another. All of the posts were by my “Facebook friend” Seaux N. Seaux. With only the most cursory glance at the content, I had clicked Like on the first item. But when I looked up I saw that I was on a Facebook Page for SomeDamnThing. And I really did try, but quite failed to call to mind anything at all about my Facebook friend Seaux N. Seaux. We own an equal number of shares of each other on Empire Avenue. And we are connected on Facebook and Twitter. And I haven’t even a clue who the hell this guy is.
It seems to me I have in some way mastered the art of building a bunch of Facebook friends. I have an even larger number of friends under another name on another social network that I won’t mention. I don’t know any of those people either. Though I did like the pictures they posted of themselves or the way they played a silly little game with me. I wouldn’t call any of these online friends at 4 in the morning if I had a problem. They probably wouldn’t recognize me to say hello if we both happened at some time to be in the same public space. I find myself wondering if I should do some housekeeping in my social networks and try to focus more carefully on a smaller number of more memorable contacts?
What about YOU?
Are You feeling Facebook fatigue. Do you periodically trim your social lists of contacts whose name and icon no longer ring much of a bell?
