I detached myself from the plug of social media’s major milestone intuition a few days ago. My feelings are still intact. I assume they will be. I was never that active on Mark's (enter the classic ironic name droppin' styles) site anyways.
These tools of interaction are very psychological in nature. Their success directly calls to mind Pavlov and his dogs, salivating for A LIKE.
Facebook obliterates the past, and makes the future impossible. It sticks you in the eternal now. Now and forever. Which, without sounding pedantic, is different than the Eastern philosophical version of THE NOW.
The paradox being is that if your time is always spent, monkey down on the phone, you are the antithesis of NOW in one sense, but stuck in NOWness, till infinity in the dull, uninspired, technosapien sense.
I'm glad I've detached. I like to remember high school as it was, and not some fatter, older, and eternal version of it. Plus, I don't give a fuck about your kids. (not true, I do. they are all, mostly, pretty cute)