I’ve Left Facebook
It’s Facebook official: I’ve left Facebook…in the most non-committal way ever.
It’s not the first time I’ve left the social media hub. I’ve actually “quit” around three or four times over the years (since 2006 when I joined). Usually my reasoning sits on the fact that it just takes up too much of my time or that I am tired of seeing the same dumb posts over and over again. Once, I left because I was weary of the news. I am subscribed to many news outlets, and sometimes the world gets to be too much.
Typically I come back to Facebook after figuring that I can unsubscribe to the outlets that report on the demoralizing stuff (i.e. Hacker Of Nude Celebrity Photos Wants His Privacy, Report: 95 Percent of Men Don’t Believe in Monogramy), or when I figure I can stop my proclivity to click on Facebook by deleting my bookmarks. But almost always, I come back to it because it is literally my lifeline to my friends, more so than my own cell phone is. I don’t get texts–maybe here and there–I get Facebook messages. They’re quicker…more instant and less dependent on cellphone signal. It’s also an invaluable tool to find news in the community, too.
When I leave Facebook, I don’t make a huge deal of it, like in the video above, but I do announce it. It’s usually, “I’m taking a break, text me if you need me.”
This time? I just flat out deactivated.
Why? Yes, I am tired of seeing all the same posts and wasting my time a lot. But this time, like maybe once before, I am fed up with my privacy being invaded.
It’s funny because I share a lot on Facebook, like where I go, what I do and what I think, but at the same time, I expect to have privacy. I expect to be able to control who sees my things. I don’t have anything to hide, but I have a tendency to believe that assumptions are formed and words are spoken about me behind my back. Call me paranoid, but I don’t even like the idea of that.
I’m not sensitive. People can think whatever they want about me. I know who I am and what I do and answer only to myself and God. But I just don’t like the idea of people watching me respond to someone’s post, reading my comments to them, seeing my face in others’ photos. It’s actually quite creepy if you think about it.
So I up and left. I did not say a word.
I am filling my Facebook cravings, however, by being signed into my professional email account. It’s a different audience so I am limited in my postings. I do see the benefit though. I am interacting more with people I know through my job. I am also able to message my friends that way, which is the biggest benefit.
If I and my friends weren’t so dependent on Facebook’s Messenger app, I’d like to think that I would not be on Facebook at all.
My log for the past two days sans personal Facebook:
11 a.m. Withdrawal. I cannot see all that is happening in the world, my world. Not much more productive, as I keep checking news outlets and my professional Facebook page, even though there isn’t much on it. My proclivity to make a new tab and hit “F” for Facebook hits me every 10 minutes or so. I wonder if I am missing messages from my friends. I will continue, however. I want to break free.
2:30 p.m. Becoming more productive since I’ve since resigned myself to the fact I’ll be missing out on some things…somehow it’s okay.
8:08 p.m. I don’t have a landing page. I want to waste some brain energy on Facebook!
1 p.m. More interaction with people on my professional Facebook. It fills my inclination/need to go to Facebook. It’s a different audience, so I use it differently. Is this healthier?
7 p.m. Here I am writing about it. I hate Facebook.
I’m back on my personal Facebook. The hiatus actually did me some good. I don’t feel the itch to check and comment and “like” so much anymore. In fact, I’m going to challenge myself not to post unless its for something major.
Have you ever quit Facebook? Leave a comment telling me why and if you went back, why did you?