Leaving FB: What A Gynecologist & FB Have in Common

Please Note: This zine was written in 2023.

 
Leaving FB

On Leaving Facebook, Instagram, Meta

 

The Inspiration

Writing this feels silly. So silly. So...so what?

Sharing this with you is 1-part courage and 3-parts fuck it.

I made this zine 2 years ago. Just for myself. I never intended to show it to anyone else. It was—and still is—my way of trying to make sense of a thing that didn’t—and still doesn’t—make sense. Which is to say it is: a page from my therapy book. It is inspired by sensationalism of British tabloids that tend to make something out of nothing.

This zine is not about ..

my absurd and completely incomprehensible-to-me reaction (see also: trauma response) when I was locked out of my FB & IG / Meta account. This zine is my reaction (see also: trauma response).

This is not even really about FB. This is about Light. This is about what happens when the space-where you thought you could share your Light and be inspired by others Light-goes dark. This is my trauma. The illusion of disconnection. The illusion of powerlessness. The illusion

I made a summer-long concerted attempt to re-write, hand draw, and in all the ways make this issue more readable, sensible, interesting. More polished. More convincing. More logical. More….less stupid.

Truth is…

I could. But that would change what this zine is.

Truth is: It’s 6:30 on a Saturday morning. I’ve been awake since 4.

Truth is: I’d rather go brew another pot of coffee, take it to bed and crawl in next to my husband.

Truth is: I’d rather connect with a real. breathing, feeling, human being whose heat I can feel on my skin, whose voice I can feel vibrate, whose eyes shine with Light.

I’d rather live my life than try to re-write something I wrote 2 years ago. I have changed since then.

And, maybe, that is the point? To live. To change.

Proceed.

Christine Gerber-Rutt