Social Number

Imagine having a social media website where your identity remains completely anonymous, unless, of course, you share it? An up and coming social network called Social Number gives its users a number by which they are identified by. There is no name, no handle, and no thumbnail photo of yourself, just a number.This forces users to be completely anonymous when interacting with others. The mission of this website is to have people talk about everything and anything to each other, not knowing a thing about them; they’re complete strangers.

In January this past year, CNN did an article on the website named The social network where no one knows your name.This article takes its time to thoroughly explain the website and how it works. To sign up, you need to enter your “social number”, which has a ten character limit to the spaces available per number. You also need to enter a valid email address and your date of birth. The requirements for this website are fairly normal. Once you log into your account, the home page comes up. This is where users have posted discussions. These discussion reminded me of tweets. Some can be questions for others to answer, some can be feelings. The possibilities are endless. When you see a discussion that intrigues you, you click on that discussion and input your two cents.


Though my initial reactions to this website as that it was very creepy, after researching it a bit and reading up on it, it just reminds me of an anonymous version of Twitter and Facebook combined. For the people who want to stay completely anonymous, this is the social networking site for them!


Withdrawal From Stupidity

Here’s the deal. I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with Facebook. When I first got it in 2007, I thought I was the coolest chick around because everyone was still on Myspace. It was my thinking that only the coolest people made the switch to Facebook, leaving the socially handicapped to the older networks. I loved it. But then EVERYONE started coming onto Facebook around the start of 2009, and my love for Facebook slowly turned into abhorrence. I dreaded logging on every single day and being berated with annoying statuses. I don’t care what you’re eating. I don’t care what your schedule is for the day. I definitely don’t care that you’ve had a bad day and don’t want anyone to text you.

facebook-big-brother-is-watchingSo you may be wondering, why would I even keep my Facebook if I hated it so much? Well as a high school student, the pressure to be like everyone else was at an all-time high. So I kept my page because if I didn’t I’d be considered more socially handicapped than i deemed the people who remained on Myspace in 2007. Then, Facebook reached the old people. Just as I was about to graduate high school, excited about finally being able to delete my Facebook, all of my family members decided to get with the times and sign up for an account. I joked about deleting my account after graduation with my mother, and was met with a sad expression. “But Brianne,” she said quietly, “How will I know how you’re doing at school?”

So I had to keep it. And even though I completely hate its very existence, I check it several times a day. So when my professor told me I couldn’t use Facebook for an entire week, my first thought was “Great, now I don’t have to see the idiotic things people post.” But then I realized…I wouldn’t get to see the idiotic things people post. It was the thing that made me feel good- to know there were people out there who were dumber and more annoying than me.

Why am I so addicted to seeing the stupid shit other people post on Facebook? I feel like a normal person shouldn’t get joy from seeing how dumb the people around them are. It’s only been 4 days, but I’m constantly asking my roommate to tell me what certain people we’ve put on our “watch list” (they post the stupidest things) are saying.

Facebook and other social media sites are like a drug to people in our society. We’re obsessed with knowing where everyone is and what everyone’s doing at all possible times. It’s scary to me how dependent I’ve become on Facebook, despite my hatred for it. I’ve only just now come to terms with the fact that if I didn’t have a Facebook, I would go crazy wondering what everyone was doing. Needless to day, I’m extremely excited for this assignment to be over so I can get back to my hourly dose of stupidity.

Struggling Without Facebook

I’ve had a Facebook for about 5 years now, and go on it consistently throughout the course of the day. While I rarely make posts of my own, I tend to use it to see how other people I know are doing, and what they’re up to. There’s been a variety of times that I was tempted to delete my Facebook to keep a small shadow of mystery, but each time I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Having to stop using facebook for over a week forclass, really opened my eyes to just how dependent I am on a website that I have a love/hate relationship with.

I deactivated my Facebook around 6pm on a Thursday night right after my professor assigned this project. Later that night, I went out and had a few drinks with friends. When I got home, I logged into Facebook as I normally would. I didn’t realize I was doing anything wrong until saw a banner at the top of my newsfeed welcoming me back. I quickly deactivated it again, but what is even more scary is how much of a habit it has become to go right on Facebook when I get home (not to mention I’m using it on my iPhone while I’m out as well).

That next day I went to listen to music on Spotify, and it asked me to log in. It just so happens, that like many other applications, I am logged into Spotify through Facebook. Doing this actually reactivated my Facebook account once more, and this made me take a step back. Never before did I realize how engrained Facebook is into my lifestyle and habits. Even when you want to disregard Facebook, it’s as if its ghost is still able to haunt you through connections with other applications.fbookno

It’s only been 4 days so far without it, and I feel like something’s missing. Not only am I dealing with the surprisingly scary yearning to just log on and see if anyone has said anything to me, but it is also an alarming reality that I have created a serious digression in my routine. These days have seemed very long (and sadly, a bit more lonesome) without Facebook to numb my mind. I think that in my case, it is even more difficult because I don’t watch television in my downtime– I go on Facebook.

Now that the little free time I do have no longer consists of Facebook, I realize I have much more time on my hands. This couldn’t be a better time to deactivate it because the end of the semester is by far the most difficult and time taxing. Therefore, I can put more energy into my school work instead of wasting it scrolling though a sea of status updates.

Needless to say, I am thankful to have other applications such as Twitter, Instagram and Snapchat to turn to while I’m away. This way I don’t feel entirely out of the loop. Still, I feel like something’s missing, and that is what alarms me. I’m more dependent on Facebook than I ever wanted to be, or ever thought I could be.