I’ve had but one beer and I already want to kind-of punch something. And drinking never makes me want to punch something. This must be special beer. Or a special something.
The thing I want to kind-of punch is Facebook. More generally, social media – but most specifically, Facebook.
I said a thing here that sums it up; I will not reiterate. Much.
It was almost too much work to write. So many buttons. One task: Share my thought before I became too sleepy and confused by User Interface to care.
Everything everywhere on Facebook wants my attention now. It struggles with itself to know what it even wants from me anymore. It just wants me clicking on it; looking at it; needing it for everything that I can’t achieve on my own.
It makes me tired to even think about. It’s like all of the Internet, summarized.
I suppose that is what it is hoping for: to be the Internet’s candied Coles Notes. In a sense, it’s wildly successful.
In a sense – there are certainly others.