I hear what you are saying. Okay, you’ve asked for thoughts on Facebook, here goes. For years, while I was working, I refused to get a Facebook account, or have anything to do with it. Around the time I retired, I bought VR goggles, and had to have a Facebook account to use them. @#$&#@@, I broke down and created a Facebook account to use my VR gear.
Then came the friend requests, most from people I didn’t know, or wanted nothing to do with. Delete, delete, delete. Then there was an odd one from an old work colleague I liked, but had not heard from for years, or relative, which I somewhat reluctantly accepted. I told my wife I wanted no more than 20 friends, real or imaginary

)), but soon blew by that number.
Before I knew it, I found I was becoming a Facebook poster, something I had said that I would never do. Now I find myself celebrating near strangers birthdays, wedding anniversary’s, pet’s birthdays, etc. How the #&#&# does that happen.
I’ve committed to not becoming a slave to Facebook, I look at it when I want to, not feeling that I can’t dare miss an event in some near strangers life that is important to them, but means nothing to me.
From time to time I do a “friend purge”, but acknowledge that I am still somewhat out of control. Presently showing 127 friends, never had that many friends in my life, nor do I want them. I must confess that the odd time I may have posted something on FB knowing that it would pi#@ certain people off.
Definitely some mixed feelings on the whole FB thing. My apologies for the rant.