My profile was deleted from Facebook.
After 5 years of maintaining a profile, Facebook has forced me to convert to a page. My profile is no more.
Facebook claims there are 83 million fake accounts on its site, and it is determined to get rid of every last one of them. So they sweep through and delete those profiles they deem unworthy.
What happens when Facebook goes on one of its little Witch Hunts? Some people fight back by creating a new account. Others fight to have their original account reinstated. Some, like me, say to hell with them, and decide instead to focus their social media presence elsewhere.
I was, at least, afforded the option of converting my profile to a page, so I could keep my photos. I also got to maintain my friends list. Now I can share all of my life’s special moments with you but cannot share yours with you. I can see some of your posts, but I cannot comment on them. I can’t generate conversation with you. *cries*
Not that Facebook cares about that.
So for those of you that were friends with me on Facebook, please don’t take it personally that I no longer wish you a happy birthday, send get well wishes when you’re sick, or mourn with you the loss of friends or family.
For those of you that have LIKED my old Facebook page, I’m going to ask you to LIKE my new forced-upon me page. I’m also going to remove DeDe and June Buggie’s pages. I don’t want to maintain so many pages.
And consider joining Google+. Seriously, it’s a better social media platform.