"FACEBOOK, mindless broadcasting of my thoughts and feelings"

Everytime 

                     when i have a lot to write about a particular thing, and i found my posts are getting excessively long, i simply divide them in segments and give title to each one of them, actually this is a trick to make the interest of the reader sustained in my topic yet in the interesting topic like facebook there are lots of thing which irritates us and there are lots of things which pleases us as well.

My idea about facebook is, it sucks when it gives me a feeling like I've made a major inroads on letting go of what other's think, facebook has not helped me with having confidence on my own idea, facebook is an easy prey of our insecurities, Facebook has made me feel more disconnected than connected, window shopping on other's lives is not the same as having a personal interaction with them. I want to be connected to people, but i don't want to be compared. i want to know how a friend's life is going, not how their personal profile is being developed out or who they have befriended or where they are shopping or what her wife is cooking tonight.

I am really fed up of these sick status updates of my "never ever known but still friends, called facebook friends",

• "If you're going to say what you want to say, you're going to hear what you don't want to hear." 
• "bye frndz gng to mumbai again................"
• "waaaasupppppppppppppppppppppppppp guyzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz so gaye kyaaaa "

Even though when people didn’t have anything for a profile status to update, they would find themselves in the kitchen making Maggie and mentally posting something to their Facebook wall about a recepie “making a tasty Thai basil curry” which they have been watching in Fox Travelers. Really i have a pathetic experience about finding a nice status update and about myself, I hated being only half present in my own life and always thinking about my next status update.

But

        at the same time I loved it, craved it, and needed that attention. I wanted to be known and loved by everyone. I feared that people would forget me entirely if I left Facebook, my love-hate relationship with Facebook caused me to spend inordinate amounts of time on Facebook

i would be glad if i can change something or help to make someone change that is myself, i would glad if i began wtiting letters again, i would be glad if i started remembering birthdays on my own, if again i be able to send greetings by making homemade cards, i would be glad by calling old friends more often. I  want to relish a life free of the random agonizing moral dilemmas presented by Facebook including but not limited to; can I unfriend a dead person? Or can i resist their family to be upset? Although I did suffer moments of intense sadness, I realized that while Facebook could provide an amazing quantity of interactions, it could never make them truly meaningful to me.

We give worst treatment on the very sensitive issues of our society by making a Facebook page on them, female foeticide is a crime more common in the interior villages of our country where people do not use Facebook, and real criminals are the medical professionals who do not have time to feel guilty about  themselves on committing this serious crime, or rest, whoom we are trying to educate making these useless pages, moreover i have come across some RIP Pages, what is the purpose of doing this nonsense or is a Facebook page for a dead person the modern way to pay homage to a loved one?

I think the majority of us, if tested, would have lower self esteem after 15 minutes on Facebook than before we logged on. So I’m taking back those 15 minutes to focus on myself. To get inspired and engaged in my own life. To connect with people in-person rather than in a virtual world that was more distracting than engaging.