My finger hovers over the blue square with the rounded corners and the white lower case f in it. A red dot is superimposed onto the top right corner of it, a white number in it.

Facebook. Notifications.

I find myself hesitant to open the app.
Reluctant to.
Sure there are friends of mine, friends half the world away, friends I made through Facebook. People I care for and would miss if I were to leave the site.

But there is also all the murk.
The garbage rabid people on the left and the right, the uneducated with their battlecries to educate oneself. All the wasted hours trying to beat (metaphorically) some sense into people, people who do not understand basic human conduct, basic science, basic logic, or anything else that a toddler learns, right after pooping into a potty.
The anti science brigades with their shit flinging antivaxxers, noGMOers, AntiNuclears and other subcreatures living on a flat earth. The lobotomized hordes of migrant hating nationalists, and their immense library of bullshit, as well as their equally radical counterparts, who believe violence and wanton destruction is justified in the name of fighting ‘oppression’.

All the data collecting sites and hidden apps, aggregating every detail of your oh so willingly and openly shared private information and life. All the fraudulent advertisements that are strewn into the newsfeeds, as if they were genuine posts by your friends/acquaintances, just to misguide you.

At times I have come to believe, that lower case f stands for ‘fuck you’.
Uttered with such a cold distance and in a lack of compassion and humanity, that it doesn’t even deserve capitalisation.

fuck you

My finger moves away.
I don’t want to open this.
I don’t have enough curiosity to see what those notifications are about.
I have better things to do.
Maybe later.
Maybe never.

Take care,
A.

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