So last night, around 930, I decided to end it. Granted, I've had an account since the summer of 2005, so this isn't the first time I've considered it. I mean, we've got history, there are plenty of photos of good times I had in undergrad, and it's hard to let that go. I don't know many people who even print photos anymore, you just put them on the internet. Facebook has all my photos. Facebook knew me way back when.
Anyhow, I won't lie that I don't necessarily know what to do on the internet now. And not even 24 hours deep I'm having doubts. What about all the events I find out about on Facebook? All the random news stories, pop culture references, random bits of information about people I don't know that well, photos of my nephew, and all the people who I would have no idea how to contact without Facebook. There's another snag, what about people who do not know how to contact me?
I guess the truth of the matter is that people stayed in touch before Facebook, and I don't need to know about your dentist appointment, dude I knew in fourth grade, but thankyouverymuch for the info.
The creepiness of existing online was really starting to get at me, and all the information about me that was available to people. Even just my photograph, name, and network. That's eerie.
And messages. I hate Facebook messages.
Really though, I can't spend all this time wasting time on Facebook. I can exist without it.
And no worries, it's not deleted. Just deactivated. You can't delete the account. Facebook smugly lets me know I can come back at anytime and it will be re-activated. It says "we hope to see you back soon!" Bastards.
