Last Saturday, I made a Facebook status asking my friends which of two audiobooks on atheism I should buy. This sparked, within the space of about 90 minutes, an 85-comment long debate on the existence of God and the freedom of speech on religious matters. The status elicited impassioned comments from people in London to Wellington to right here in Wanganui.
Despite getting reasonably frustrated at times, I sat there thinking about how fantastic it is that it's even possible to have that sort of discussion with such a plethora of people and beliefs - with such ease.
Earlier this week, I considered for the umpteenth time deleting my Facebook account as I struggle to limit my time on it. Having the application on my iPad makes it an especially tough website to resist when the alternative is a couple of hours extra study.
The next day, or as I would be obliged to say if I were writing this on Facebook, "nek minnit" (Facebook slang for "next minute"), I received a group message from the four members of my debating team and suddenly Facebook was back in my good books. Being able to have a five-person conversation with friends from all around the country, on demand, is one of those facets of the website which makes it nigh on impossible to turn my back on my account and delete it.
Then, just an hour before writing this column, Facebook wasted another 30 minutes of my life - admittedly, in a less direct sense this time. It came in the form of myriad friends urging me to switch on television's channel three. I succumbed to watching New Zealand's attempt to out-class Jersey Shore, with The GC. I will likely get lambasted for this at school, but I must say, the sordid and ghastly half-hour I was treated to was almost enough alone to make me click the fabled delete button.