Facebook and I have been together now for about six months. We have a love/hate relationship. Really, people, who cares that you ate Cheerios for breakfast? On the other hand, I do care that someone just had a baby, or what their political views are, and I even appreciate good book recommendations. Sometimes, I purposely stay away from Facebook for a few days or even a week, reminding myself that I lived a pretty darn good life before Facebook entered in. And then I think oh no, maybe I’ve missed the one truly important, meaningful update of the entire week.

When such thoughts encroach, I clear my head and imagine Eliza singing to Professor Higgins:

Art and music will thrive without you
Somehow Keats will survive without you
And there still will be rain on that plain down in Spain
Even that will remain without you!

The song empowers me to stay logged off. For a while. But then I start to wonder . . .

What if one of my Facebook friends moves or becomes famous or makes an amazing casserole? How will I know without logging on?

It’s a conundrum.