I understand that by consenting to interact with Facebook I open my life up to other internet dwellers; the few hundred or so people I accept as ‘friends’. However, somehow I feel a bit violated by the new Facebook tactic of trolling through albums to recommend photos to me. All of a sudden, I am confronted by a person or past memory via the little box in the corner of the screen – sometimes of people I don’t know.
The world of memory is such a subjective realm. It feels a bit invasive of Facebook to just display my photos at random. Also, it is manipulative to such degree that Facebook is suggesting how I should revisit my memories. Maybe I’m analyzing this too much. If it really bothers me, then why am I on Facebook in the first place? I wasn’t agitated by Farmsville, advertisements or friend suggestions, I just ignored them. Perhaps this speaks of my penchant for nostalgia – my appreciation for blurry history and the personal interpretation that makes up our past. I suppose there is something sacred in that and I don’t want Facebook involved.