I quit Facebook. Cold turkey, baby. Okay, well, granted I did "quit" before all this, for Lent. I think some people think it's really weird that I observed Lent. I never have before. But this year, I personally felt like this was something I needed to do. So I gave up my primary means of connection to people in the outside world, whilst living my suburban life with no real familiar folks around me to "really" connect with on a daily (hourly, millisecondly) basis. I gave it up for Lent...and...I lived.
But then...I came back. And I felt SO overwhelmed. I still can't quite go into all of it because I don't have a clear articulation of what transpired in my relationship with Facebook the past few days. We broke up. Well, I dumped Facebook. And in the lead up to it, I (surprisingly) experienced quite strong reactions regarding my decision to leave. I was actually going to wait until Sunday night (I dunno why I decided on Sunday) to hit "delete", but today I just couldn't take it anymore. I deleted myself off of Facebook today and as a fellow addict said, "erased myself from modern existence". Let me tell you something...IT FELT SO GOOD! haha :) Most of you are probably saying, "Geesh, that girl really had a problem." And you'd be right. I'm sure I'll still go through withdrawls but I think I'll make it.
I wanted to type up a big post with my thoughts about Facebook, my relationship with it and the reason(s) behind the demise of our relationship. But. I don't think I'm going to. And that's all there is.