Facebook: The Hollow Echo of Something I Never Needed

There was a time when Facebook felt like it belonged to people. A place for birthdays, lazy Sundays, and the small markers of a life. Maybe it was shallow even then, but it carried a trace of honesty. At least it meant something.

Now whatever it once was has slipped away. Open it today and you are met with repetition. Random videos, headlines you have already seen, memes without meaning. Profiles no longer feel like people. They are just streams of borrowed noise.

Fodder.
Noise.
Junk.

What strikes me is not just the emptiness, but the eagerness to fill it. Viral posts passed off as opinions. Jokes repeated until they collapse. News clipped and forgotten in the next scroll. I do not expect to find anything real anymore, but if it was ever there, it has been drowned beneath the static.

News that hums like background noise.
Memes that pretend to connect.
Videos shared only to break the silence.

It feels like standing in a crowded room where everyone is talking with someone else’s voice. The air is full, but nothing is truly said. And that kind of hollowness wears you down until you wonder why anyone keeps coming back.

Facebook feels like a machine that lost its reason for existing. It strains to be everything and ends up as nothing. I never needed it to connect, but now even those who once did seem only to scroll from habit. Sharing without thought. Posting without meaning. Repeating what they do not believe, because silence feels heavier.

If I want humor, I will look elsewhere. If I need news, I will find it at the source. If I care about someone, truly care, I will reach them in ways that do not feel this hollow.