Do you all remember when I was talking a few weeks back about how I came up with my Facebook name on the profile I set up for this blog? How after trying all sorts of combinations to get past Facebooks policy of requiring complete names for profiles, I finally got saddled with the name “Sif Infertile” and at first I was totally irritated, but then I found out that Sif was the Nordic Goddess of fertility and that was pretty cool?
Well, I think Facebook found me out. I think Facebook realized I wasn’t being completely honest in our relationship.
Facebook broke up with me.
I went to get online yesterday, and I was told that my account has been disabled. They don’t give you a reason why, they just direct you to the terms of use page and leave it up to you to detect what it is that you did wrong. The only thing I can see on that terms of use that I did was use a false name.
And Facebook was not pleased.
There was no phone call. No e-mail. I didn’t even get a breakup text. All I got was the door slammed in my face with no real explanation when I showed up for our daily date.
That’s cold Facebook.
OK, I will admit that I have been guilty of committing the “ignore the calls until they stop” dumping before, but I really thought Facebook and I were closer than that. I really thought we had something.
I’m making fun of this situation, but I actually am bummed.
I had 500 "friends" on that account, and 230 “fans” on the fan page attached to it.
I had made connections to women struggling with the same things I am. I was enjoying hearing their stories. I was enjoying getting to know them.
I actually used that account! I hardly ever get on my personal page, and I have a pretty locked down set of close personal friends on there. But the Sif Infertile page? I was on there every day.
Plus, I know a lot of people linked to my blog right from Facebook. A lot of people who probably think it’s odd that I haven’t had a new post in a few days now (even though I have). A lot of people who are probably going to think that I dumped them, when in reality I was the one who was dumped.
I sent two e-mails to Facebook, but from what I’ve read online I probably won’t even get a response. Facebook is rock hard like that. It turns out the only hope I have is if other people plead for Facebook to take me back.
Now, I am usually not this girl. I usually walk away from a breakup gracefully (or so I’d like to pretend!) and I never ask others to fight my battles (ever ever!) but if you were a friend of mine on Facebook, and especially if you liked being a friend of mine on Facebook (wouldn’t want to bother the people who felt like they had to be friends!), would you mind sending a quick e-mail to Facebook (disabled@facebook.com or appeals@facebook.com - I'm not sure which one is preferable, but I found them both!) asking them to please reinstate Sif Infertile whose birthday is 4/11/83 and whose login e-mail is singleinfertilefemale@yahoo.com? Our relationship really did end prematurely, and maybe if Facebook hears from some of you they might realize they jumped the gun in dumping me.
And Facebook, if you’re reading this: please just give me another chance! I promise if you just tell me what I did wrong, I will fix it! OK, so I probably won’t put my real name up there, but if Blogspot and Google are cool with my pseudo name, can’t you be too? I’m sure we can find a way to work this out…
If Kourtney and Scott can make it work, why can't we?
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