Why I’m Quitting Foursquare (and why no one cares)

I’m a firm believer that a social network is only as good as the people who inhabit it.

Facebook is littered with my friends, Twitter is filled with a mix of interesting people, friends and a plethora of crazy people that make logging on several times a minute worthwhile.  However, for me, Foursquare is filled with none of the above.

Granted, I have a handful of my Twitter contacts on there, but rather than provide me with useful insights or comedy parking moments (you know who you are), all I see is where they work, where they get their morning coffee or where they lunch, which in all honesty, makes me feel a little stalkerish.  On the other hand, any stalkers who care to look can find out where I work or which supermarket steals absurd amounts of my money for mediocre sandwiches at lunchtime.  My fear is that they will use this info to go into said supermarket and buy out all the sandwiches, leaving me with the bottom of the barrel cheese and onion monstrosity which can always be found lingering after the lunchtime rush.

As for my Mayorships? I hereby relinquish thee to anyone who cares to check-in where I work, where I used to work, or where I occasionally shop.

Will anyone miss me?  Will anyone’s league table feel more baron without me?  Will anyone sit there chugging a skinny latte and think, “Where is this Joe chap I used to see so much of?” If their enthusiasm has waned anything like mine, I doubt it.

So as quickly as I hopped on the location bandwagon, I shall now hop off.

And don’t come looking for me, you don’t know where I am.

Joe x