Un-friending Facebook-One week out
July 7th 2010 10:44
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Well, I did it. I made it one week without Facebook, woo. And if you read that "woo" with no exclamation point, that's the way it was meant.
So woopty-do, one week without Facebook. Looking back it was waaayyy easier than quitting smoking and way harder than sorting my sock drawer -- although both Facebook and sorting my sock drawer are neck and neck for their respective importance in solving the world's problems.
I hate sounding so "anti-Facebook" when it was such a good friend to me for so long. It enabled me to get back in contact with old friends from elementary to high school, old work mates, and those random people who remember your name and request friendship and instead of saying no, you say yes so said person whom you've talked to maybe once at an old job while on the way to the shitter <breathe> won't think you're an a-hole.
But I digress.
Did you know that the 400 million or so active Facebook users spend over 500 billion minutes per month on the social networking phenomenon? If you do the math, that's approximately 8.3 million hours spent every month poking people, inviting them to join your mafia, "liking" things, and thinking up a clever status that makes others see how smart, funny, sweet, cool or indifferent you are.
But it served a purpose for me. Yes, it allowed me to reconnect with some people I otherwise may have had to hire a private detective to find, but the pricipal purpose it served for me was to make me realize that age does not always come hand in hand with maturity.
Facebook was like one big high school. You still had your cool people that everyone would comment to, your partiers that were constantly talking about "gettin' stoopid" on the weekend, your know-it-alls, your nerds...the only difference was that instead of feeling left out, adored, ashamed or worshipped in person, you did it all online.
So I suppose asking me if I miss Facebook is a little like asking me if I miss root canals...but at least root canals solve a problem.
Needless to say I am happy with my decision so far. And considering I am an American living in Australia, Facebook was one of my few ways of communicating with people back home. BUT, even as short as five years ago, I wouldn't have even had that option. So I'm picking up the phone and actually talking to people now.
And in the long run, I feel I will have gained, and it will be Facebook that has lost
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Well, I did it. I made it one week without Facebook, woo. And if you read that "woo" with no exclamation point, that's the way it was meant.
So woopty-do, one week without Facebook. Looking back it was waaayyy easier than quitting smoking and way harder than sorting my sock drawer -- although both Facebook and sorting my sock drawer are neck and neck for their respective importance in solving the world's problems.
I hate sounding so "anti-Facebook" when it was such a good friend to me for so long. It enabled me to get back in contact with old friends from elementary to high school, old work mates, and those random people who remember your name and request friendship and instead of saying no, you say yes so said person whom you've talked to maybe once at an old job while on the way to the shitter <breathe> won't think you're an a-hole.
But I digress.
Did you know that the 400 million or so active Facebook users spend over 500 billion minutes per month on the social networking phenomenon? If you do the math, that's approximately 8.3 million hours spent every month poking people, inviting them to join your mafia, "liking" things, and thinking up a clever status that makes others see how smart, funny, sweet, cool or indifferent you are.
But it served a purpose for me. Yes, it allowed me to reconnect with some people I otherwise may have had to hire a private detective to find, but the pricipal purpose it served for me was to make me realize that age does not always come hand in hand with maturity.
Facebook was like one big high school. You still had your cool people that everyone would comment to, your partiers that were constantly talking about "gettin' stoopid" on the weekend, your know-it-alls, your nerds...the only difference was that instead of feeling left out, adored, ashamed or worshipped in person, you did it all online.
So I suppose asking me if I miss Facebook is a little like asking me if I miss root canals...but at least root canals solve a problem.
Needless to say I am happy with my decision so far. And considering I am an American living in Australia, Facebook was one of my few ways of communicating with people back home. BUT, even as short as five years ago, I wouldn't have even had that option. So I'm picking up the phone and actually talking to people now.
And in the long run, I feel I will have gained, and it will be Facebook that has lost
image credit:
Really Long Link
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