DAY 2: Small Relapse(s)...sort of.
July 1st 2010 13:17
Well, day number two went a bit different than I had expected. No, I didn’t leave a status, and I only responded to one post, but I cruised around a couple of times just for a sort of last “hoorah” before making the final snip of the umbilical cord.
“But Lisa, you said you were going to start yesterday,” you say. Yes, yes, I know I did, but I have a good reason for the foot-dragging walk away from Facebook. See, America is a day behind and my plan was to start this “diet” on the first day of the new month. So technically, I’m still abiding by my own rules...in a way.
Okay, so it was harder than I thought. Sort of like quitting smoking or deciding to stop eating the Doritos sitting on the coffee table at 10pm just because they’re there. And there wasn’t anything revolutionary or new to see today; same old stuff. Someone tells someone else in their status – whom they don’t name – to mind their own business. Another person elaborates on their drunken night just a little too much. And there’s always that shameless, self-promoting over-stater that tells us all of their latest accomplishments whether it’s getting a new job or getting their toilet unplugged.
But even though every time I logged in I regretted it, I still felt that pull during the day to go and just give it a quick look...just In case I was missing something.
And you know, every time I did, I realized I wasn’t missing a thing. I looked for something, anything to make me realize that Facebook was a useful necessity in my life; a reason to throw my decision to bail on it out the window and keep the needle in the vein.
But honestly, I have a phone and I want to try calling people again. I want to really be their friend, not their virtual friend. Why has it become so common for people to check their caller id before eventually letting the phone go to voicemail just to then get on Facebook and leave a message for the same person whose call they didn’t answer?
We have forgotten how to talk to each other. And I admit, I’m one of them. It’s funny how back when I was in high school, you couldn’t get me off the phone. And now, I don’t even own a cell phone. So, I shall bid you adieu for now since I have exactly twenty-seven minutes until the clock tips its hat to my last day –and I mean it this time – as a Facebooker for the next month.
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