Imprisoned by Facebook!

This past Monday I had a very unfortunate thing happen to me.  Something happened within my Facebook account that had me sending out bogus messages to quite a few of my online friends about some picture on some website that I knew nothing about nor did I send.  Frankly, this kind of stuff on the internet really runs my pressure up and gets me extremely hot!  And I get that way when I see these kind of happenings to other people... so imagine what I felt when I saw it happen to me.

I decided in my rage, almost instantly, to be done with Facebook.  I expressed my fury and disappointment on my status and responded to as many of my fellow victims within this conspiracy as I could.  After an hour or so of all that, I deactivated my account.

Since then, I've had so many contacts and conversations with people as to why I wasn't on Facebook anymore.  I had a dinner date that was made on Facebook this week and the parties I were to meet with wanted to change the engagement but couldn't because the only way we kept in touch was on Facebook.  I have other engagements that have been requested of me (since Monday) that have been hard for people to get complete because they don't seek to find access to me by any other means other than Facebook. 

I've had several individuals to tell me that what happened to me happens to a lot of people rather often.  My reply to one was "it doesn't happen to my wife; you know why, because she's not on Facebook."  They've told me to just change my password frequently and I wouldn't have to worry about it.  My reply to that was "Facebook is not an essential part of my life.  I CAN DO WITHOUT FACEBOOK."

Well, apparently, I can't do without Facebook.  Today, I reactivated my account to "get back in touch" with all of my connections, personally and professionally.  I have changed my password but honestly, I can't stand this feeling.  I feel so "imprisoned" by this creature called Facebook. 

Please understand, I am a '60s baby.  I grew up in a time when all of this familiar and apparently necessary technology wasn't even thought of.  Computers were to huge to put on our laps or in our hands; they were solely in large warehouse resembling spaces being used for a much bigger reason than personal socializing.  Cell phones were what rich folks had in their limousines.  We called them "car phones."  I traveled back and forth from Tallahassee to Orlando while I was in college without the thought of needing a cell phone.  All I needed was $10-$20 for a tank of gas in a '64 Chevy and a collect call on a "land line phone" before I left to my mother that I was getting on the road (and sometimes I didn't even do that).  So just the thought that I "need" Facebook now is absolutely insulting to me.  But it hurts to admit that evidently I do.

So, I'm stuck in this jail called Facebook, as are some, if not most, of you.  What are we going to do about this??  How can we break out of this jail or get someone or something to come and bail us out??  I have not a clue.