In your Face(book)

Dear Mark,
I used to be an avid user of facebook. I stopped being so a month ago and I am glad to see the back of it. When I quit, it did dawn upon me that there exist a life that has greater challenges than the ones posted on my wall by some friend, mocking me for he overtook me in the leader board of cab driving. Now that I think about it, boy, do I feel lame.
I quit facebook as real books are proving more informative than the one you created and threw open in public for them to write their daily autobiographies in it. Mark, your invention took my friends away from me even though my profile said I had 968. It's their profile that talked with me in that idiot chat box, it's their profile who commented on my profile's images, liked it's status and even watered the plants in it's virtual farm. However, when I used to meet the owners of these profiles in reality they barely spoke for there was nothing exciting to talk about. Every topic was a Hey-didn't-we-talk-about-that-before as the profiles had already chewed them up and spat'em out like a chewing gum. Do you like eating a chewed up chewing gum Mark? Their real life is taken over by their profile. I don't quite like this.
I couldn't bear the desperate attempts of narcissist people to hog into social limelight by putting their best face forward. Yes, they took millions of smiling pictures to show how cute or cool they look in different moods, clothes, shoes, jewelry, restaurants, cars etc etc. They put their childhood pics to attract attention of foolish girls who speak English with an accent but type that they have a umbrella. I have an umbrella. What about you Mark? (I am sure Harvard Grads have better English than IITans.)
A few days ago a dear friend of mine passed away. People expressed their condolences by scribbling on her wall. Now, tell me how dumb can someone be? Would you like flowers on your grave or a like button?
Another thing that makes me hate facebook is the trend of I like you, you like me.Yes, not liking someone's status that is liked by twenty-odd dimwits is considered a sin. People have often confronted me and demanded an answer for why I did not like what their profile thought was cool and hundred other profiles liked in agreement. These are the profiles that are well mannered like an old Londoner watching a game of cricket at Lord's in virtual life but in reality, the less said the better. Plastic profiles I'd say.
There isn't any element of surprises left in life. Everyone's life has become an open book on which everyone seems to have read, write and execute permissions. There are boys around me who religiously stalk girls(through their profiles, obviously) and read their status to see what's happening in their lives. Then criticize her for being so open only to repeat the feat by doing same the next day themselves.
So I am losing my faith and trust in people around me. What people don't understand Mark, is that through facebook you are earning while they aren't learning(literally). Didn't we used to do things just because we like and not leaving it to someone else's mercy to like? Tell me Mark, will you enjoy playing football in rain or you'd just wish to do the same by putting up a status and comment on comments? Is picture a memory for you or just a profile pic? Would you like to read a book or just facebook?
But then again, what wise men use, mediocre men abuse.

Remember, Real life > Social Life and Facepalm = Facebook.

Regards.