Deactivating my Facebook account was one of the least pleasant experiences I’ve had in a long while. The page is littered at the top with pictures of me and various people, with the captions “ will miss you”. It went on to ask me why I’m leaving and list all the things that would break were I to go through with it: pages I was the sole admin of, apps I was the sole developer of, that kind of thing.

It forced me to go through each and resolve who would take care of them after I’m gone, with links that opened in the current page, forcing me to go through the whole ordeal again.

Finally, I click the Deactivate Account button, and it asks for my password. Fair enough.

“Oh, wait, no, you forgot to reassign this one app. Im’ma go ahead and reload the entire page for you.”

Gee, thanks, Facebook. Try it again. Creepy photos, check. Reason for leaving, check. Things that break, check. Password, check. CAPTCHA, wait, what?

So you know I’m human, because you made me do a CAPTCHA when I signed up, an whenever you didn’t like the look of a link I tried to post. And you know I’m me, because I just entered my freaking password. What the hell is the point?

The cynic in me says “to make it more difficult to leave”. The idealist in me reluctantly agrees.

I even told them it was only temporary. I’ll be back.

Honest.

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