(04 July 2018) – When I left Facebook in March, I had close to 500 contacts. Facebook calls them my friends, which I find annoying. I wouldn’t shout out “hey, how’s it going, eh?” if I saw one walking down the other side of the street. I wouldn’t recognize most if I did see them in the flesh. But still. There were 500 people reading what I wrote. Five hundred people going weak in the knees at the sight of a cute photograph of my dog. Five hundred people anxiously waiting for me to tell them what I think.
The idea was to get away from Facebook and concentrate on my own web site, the repository of my writing and photographs. I have built it up to the staggering number of 20 subscribers. Sometimes, my wife shares my blog posts on her Facebook page and they radiate out from there. I usually post them onto my Twitter account where I have 18 followers, many of whom are also subscribers to the blog.
The reality is a bit more numerous than this. Yesterday 162 people viewed my site and today, there have been 128 by 7:45 pm. The best day was May 10 when I had 383 views. That was when I posted about James Paxton’s no-hitter against the Blue Jays.
It’s a bit precious for me to stand aloof from Facebook and encourage other people to share my columns on their pages. It’s sort of like deciding I need a new thingamabob and noticing that WalMart has some on sale. I won’t shop there so I give you the cash and ask you to go in and get it for me. Not an honourable thing to do. Not something I should do.
So. Should I continue to give Zuckerberg the cold shoulder, or should I quietly walk back to where the people are?
It’s time to step up or step back, walk in or walk on.