5 Most Annoying Things About Facebook

1. Super-annoying ads.  I am beginning to think that Facebook views me as an alcoholic, fitness wannabe in need of an upgraded wardrobe and an attorney.  I’ve always bought into the rumors that the ads are geared toward your preferences.  I had no idea that I had enough disposal income to buy a treadmill, pay for a trainer and pay for a nutritious food delivery service.  Thank you, Facebook, for not only judging me, but steering me in the right direction.  I would be totally clueless without your handy tips.

2. Changes to News Feed.  Every once in a while, my News Feed will flip from “Most Recent Stories” to “Top Stories”; I prefer “Most Recent Stories”.  Now how Facebook views and pinpoints my “Top Stories”, I don’t have a clue as they have not informed me what the criteria they use.  They need to run this by me first before switching the view of my News Feed.  Do you hear me, Mr. Zuckerberg?

3. Suggested Friends.  In the “People You May Know” section, my ex-husband AND my most-hated nemesis from high school have appeared from time-to-time.  Yes, Facebook, I do know them.  Do I want my ex-husband to know anything about my life? Hell, no….why do you think I left him!  Please give us a setting so that we can weed these people out of our virtual world.  

4. Recommended Games. Just because I have played a couple of games a handful of times on Facebook does not mean that I want to become a drone who does nothing but play video games all day.  I am not a 12-year old boy with a Playstation.  Besides, I am exhausted and sore from my treadmill that my above-mentioned trainer had me on for 4 hours yesterday. And I’m starving.  

5. Suggested Posts.  In this delightful section, disguised as intriguing posts by my friends, they stick stories alongside ads.  According to Facebook: I smoke and need to quit (which I never have); one of my friends went back to school and I can too; my jewelry collection could use an upgrade and another of my friends joined a wine club (and I can too).  There’s that pesky I-don’t-have-that-kind-of-disposable-income problem again.  Sigh.

Written by: J. Allyson Johns