Okay, this is really yesterday’s new thing, but I’m writing about it today after living with it for 24 hours. And it comes with a confession.
You know those people you love to make fun of? The people you read blogs about, roll your eyes at, laugh at…..the people who are addicted to Facebook. Those that are the first to reply to any post, that incessantly “like” statuses, that comment about pictures, that stay up crazy hours taking stupid quizzes, that check Facebook just before falling asleep and before rising out of bed. That’s me.
Now you can point fingers all you like, but truth be told, that describes a lot of us. Many people are reading this and thinking, “Oh no. That’s not me. I don’t need Facebook. It’s stupid. I just use it to stay in touch with far away friends or family. I just use it to post pictures of my kids. I don’t spend much time on it at all. I could never look at it again and I wouldn’t care.” Yeah, right. Try it.
Go ahead. Try it.
Turn off Facebook. I’m not talking about taking a day’s absence from the social network. Deactivate your account. Can’t do it? Me either. However, I have come to the realization that I’m lying to myself. I love Facebook. I love it. In fact, as crazy as it sounds, I think I have an addiction…..or an obsession….or at the least, a very unhealthy relationship. This is quite embarrassing and hard to admit. However, I am determined to change things. I will control Facebook and my use of social media rather than it controlling me.
So I have deleted … completely wiped out …. the Facebook app on my phone. There is no Messenger, either. Honestly, if there is an emergency, someone will surely call or text me rather than sending a private message on Facebook. Otherwise, there really is nothing that cannot wait until I reach a trusty desktop or laptop. I don’t need to check my notifications 40 times per day. I don’t need to know that I have notifications because the minute I see that red glow, I cannot stop myself.
So that’s it. Goodbye to Facebook being an ever present existence in my life. This is not to say I have deactivated my account. I’m not strong enough for that, but at least I will not carry it with me everywhere I go.