Facebook: A Hollow Echo of Something I Never Needed

There was a time when Facebook was meant to be a place for people. A hub where friends posted snapshots of their lives—birthdays, lazy Sundays, milestones that might’ve mattered to someone. Or so I’ve heard. I've not cared for a long time. But even back then, at least it felt like it had a purpose, something resembling authenticity, however fleeting.

Now, whatever it once was has slipped away, drowned under a flood of recycled noise. Open it today, and it’s all the same—random videos I didn’t ask for, news articles I’ve already seen, memes with no context or connection to the person sharing them. Everyone’s profile feels like an endless scroll of things they didn’t create, ideas they don’t live by.
Fodder.
Noise.
Junk.

Lost in the Static

It’s strange, really—people filling their feeds with things that have nothing to do with them. Viral posts pretending to be opinions, shared jokes that don’t land, headlines that will be forgotten by the next scroll. It’s not even that I was waiting for anything real to show up. I wasn’t. But if something ever was there, it’s long since drowned beneath the chatter.

• News as noise
• Memes as placeholders for connection
• Videos shared for the sake of something to share

It’s a strange sort of emptiness—like hearing voices in a room where no one’s really talking. Everyone’s just echoing something they saw somewhere else, filling the silence without ever saying anything of their own. It’s exhausting in a way that makes you wonder why anyone keeps going back.

A Platform Without Purpose

Facebook feels like a machine that forgot why it was built. It’s trying too hard to be something—everything—and has ended up being nothing at all. I never needed it to connect, but now? Even the people who once did seem like they’re just going through the motions, scrolling out of habit, sharing because that’s what you do when there’s nothing else to say.

If I want a good meme, there are better places. If I need news, I’ll read it where it makes sense. If I care about someone—really care—there are other ways to reach them. Ways that feel less artificial.