For the last few weeks I’ve deactivated and reactivated my Facebook account. I have many reasons.
- Facebook feels like a tether to a world I don’t belong to anymore.
Let me explain. Sure, a lot of my family is on Facebook, so are classmates from 20 years ago, some I barely talk to, but who does? The simple mindedness and outright indignation of the political climate on Facebook makes me sick.
I no longer feel like Facebook is an outlet for my creativity. I feel like it’s a sinkhole taking time away from my writing, and the writing has been good.
When I’m on Facebook I feel like I’m hiding something, or I’m playing hooky from work, my writing.
It’s not that I can’t just stop going on there. It feels like an addiction anymore. One I’m intending to break. I know there are people on Facebook that read the posts on here, but if they want to follow this blog, they’ll subscribe, right?
For all the meaningless things that happen on Facebook there are the moments of Zen. The moments when I read something that is really profound and helps me get through the day. These moments are few and far between. It’s mostly people talking about their candidates, can this election cycle be over already.
I know I’m on Twitter a lot too, but reading Facebook and all the little innuendos about people fishing for a response are driving me crazy.
I see my future and it’s filled with books, no Facebook.
Are you taking the plunge and quitting Facebook? Answer in the comments.