Sometime in September of the year 2022, I received a
surprise most rude, and it was near the date of my birthday too. I was
in the middle of my usual browsing in between websites and social media
accounts when I was suddenly locked out of my Facebook account, the
original one I set up since I can no longer remember when. (I was one of
the last holdouts then among my peers.)
In one fell swoop, I
lost everything -- well almost everything. I lost an entire online
archive of essays, rants, thoughts during extra-lucid and emo moments,
over-shared viral posts that took my interest, the engaging comment
threads that went with those, and most especially the irreplaceable
photos.
Of course, I lost all my contacts along with it.
How did it feel?
It
felt awful. I didn't know I was so dependent on FB that my life had
been revolving around it. I practically opened and closed my day with
it. It was where I chatted with everybody -- from family to friends to
coworkers and informants to total strangers who needed my help as
information officer.
In an instant, it was all gone, like my house burned down, or was swept away, or eaten whole by termites while I
wasn't looking. So yes, it felt like a kind of death.
I was
so disappointed by the rudeness of it all, since there was not enough warning and all. In its aftermath, I
was groping in the dark for solutions that needed to be immediately
found, when it struck me that I should probably just create another FB
account.
It was so ridiculous that as I was seething in anger, I was also fighting off the urge to laugh inside me, as creating another account was as easy as ABC.
And
so, while I and my coworkers were left wondering why, I immediately
created another account just so I would be able to inform everyone of
what happened.
But like a plot twist from a very bad script,
that, too, got mysteriously locked just as I was warming up to my new
life online while trying to recover my 2,000-plus contacts. It appears that, while I was adding a contact after another at a fast clip, FB interpreted it as a bot's activity.
Good thing I have this habit of backing up my long articles, so those were safe. But the rest was gone, forever.
What went wrong?
With
FB not giving any clear reason why, I could only speculate. Maybe it
was the photos of boys being circumcised which I regularly reported as
part of the medical mission of sorts held regularly by the local
government. To be fair to FB, I was warned about that, even though I
have routinely pixelized the boys' genital area thinking there is
nothing to it, nothing that violates their person, invades their
privacy, or nothing that is sexually suggestive in the least -- after
all, these are but kids. I received some penalty for it (like my page
appearing less in people's timelines or something), even if I made an
effort to explain my side. I took all that injustice on the chin, but
not without some resentment for being thought of as a ped*phile, I admit.
But to go through it twice in a row is most discombobulating.
I
mean, what have I done? I am not into terror, I don't do porn, I am not
slandering anyone or stealing somebody's identity. Am I some kind of
criminal that I deserved to be treated like that? Are my years' or
decades' worth of content not enough reason to be more considerate and
circumspect on their part?
Apparently not.
Apparently, what I needed to do was to make yet another account. Fortunately, I didn't have to.
I
remembered that I had another pre-existing account that I barely used,
so I went back to it and used it as my new account. The only catch is,
it was under a pseudonym. But that was just as well, given how
traumatizing now to identify myself under my real name.
I am
slowly recovering my contacts one at a time and I am largely back in the
social media game. But the pain of being digitally killed still
lingers, especially since I am now sporting a new name, the choice of
which I have to constantly explain to anyone who asks. (For the record and to end
speculations, it's a code name for my hometown, whose patron saint is
St. Vincent Ferrer.) Somehow, I feel like some kind of a felon forced into
hiding for nothing.
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