When I joined Facebook in about 2007, I didn’t really see any point in it. I joined only because an ex-girlfriend wanted me to sign up. I hardly used it for the first year or so. I accepted friend requests, but I posted almost nothing. Social media basically didn’t exist in my world.
By about 2009, I was using it more heavily. I’d connected with people of similar political views and I posted a lot about politics. Then I slowly posted more about my own life. By the next year, I had launched this website and that’s when the friend requests really started coming.
I soon hit 5,000 friends — which is Facebook’s limit — and my page was an active cauldron of discussion and argument. For awhile, it was exhilarating, because I was “popular” in my political circle and people were looking at my page as an entertaining place to come.
At some point, all the activity and the contact left me feeling more isolated, though, not more connected.