This is your...Facebook.

Facebook frightens me. Despite its friendly exterior, dressed in friendly blues and whites, decorated with pictures and conversations, a dark truth has yet to be explored in the youthful stage of the Facebook generation. After all, Facebook is effectively an incredibly detailed, illustrated diary of your life, depending on how thoroughly you maintain your Facebook. In fact, Facebook is more than a diary, it is a documentation, an ongoing, seemingly ceaseless record of the minutiae of yours, mine, almost everybody's lives. 

This thought may not strike you as anything ground breaking. You may cast a slovenly eye across your Facebook page now in fact, and think nothing of it. You may have a few hundred pictures which you've been 'tagged' in, dating back maybe three or four years. But what about in fifty years time? How will your Facebook look then? Imagine yourself on your deathbed, scrolling through your Facebook; your whole life will be right in front of your eyes. Conversations, thoughts, photos, videos, chat conversations...All logged, stored, saved, documented.

What a horrific thought. I'm not entirely sure how comfortable I feel with the entire substance of my life being reduced down to storage on a voyeuristic spy-haven for lonely old men and sexually inquisitive fourteen year old boys. Will we be judged by our Facebook record in years to come? Who knows. Part of me feels I should keep Facebooking away, wasting hours of my time clocking every seemingly worthwhile thought or conversation on the damned website, just to see.