Well, I did it. Last week I suspended my facebook account to see what sort of physical/pyschological withdrawal I would go through if I couldn’t see what everybody else in my life was doing and thinking 24/7. I wasn’t sure what to expect. What would I do at work now? How could I handle not writing those witty remarks about all the idiots I encounter on a day-to-day basis? What would happen if I actually had to pick up a phone and call someone if I wanted to go out? These were all questions that I was faced with, and yet somehow, I have managed to survive, no, thrived without Facebook.
Now, I’m not one of those holier-than-thou folks who thinks Facebook is the devil. I’ve enjoyed my time there. But lately, I (and Brianna too) realized that Facebook was sucking our souls from our body through our entropied brains. We would put the kids to bed and get out our computers and literally have conversations on Facebook while sitting next to each other. Of course, these were not serious conversations and many of them often involved alcohol, but at the same time, it still felt wrong…and stupid. So I decided I had enough.
So far, things are going really well. I think I missed Facebook for about a day or so, but afterwards, I haven’t really felt that bad. I’ve even found other things to do at work. Shit, I’ve even started to study Spanish.
Honestly, there’s not a piece of me that feels like I’ve lost anything because I don’t have Facebook. The people I care about/hang out with all have my number, and amazingly enough, we still do have a little bit of a life without Facebook. So right now, I’m going to continue to be Facebookless. Of course, Brianna continues to have her page so that we’re not completely unhinged. But we’ve made some goals, and hopefully by not being on the soul-sucking website every day and night, we could actually get a little closer to our goals faster.
I would highly suggest trying to quit Facebook and see how it (might) changes your life. Turning it off really didn’t change my life completely, but at the same time, I won’t say it didn’t do anything either. There is something about not feeling like a slave to something that is liberating, and I’m enjoying that feeling for now. Maybe I’ll go back at some point. But maybe I won’t.