Mentioned quitting facebook to a few people, half of whom seemed seriously concerned about my well-being. PEOPLE: Not wanting 24/7 access to an ex’s photos from their trip to SomeAwesomePlaceICantAffordToGo is NOT a sign of depression. In fact, I feel noticeably more cheerful having spent a single day away from this Kabbalah of Humblebrags. Being a part of Facebook is like getting a family christmas newsletter you can never manage to reach the end of (except fifty percent said family is made up of people you’ve only met once).
Half of my motivation for leaving facebook was to avoid being invited to horrible theatre/music/art shows. If we’re not close enough for you to be able to tell me about your upcoming show through conversation then you shouldn’t be able to guilt me into attending.
Every time I open Safari I automatically type facebook in the toolbar. Curious as to what site will eventually replace this. Hopefully not smut.
I have no way of contacting 310 of my 320 former facebook friends. Since facebook doesn’t have a way of notifying people when you leave, I’m hoping some of these people will assume I’ve de-friended and blocked them and spend a good minute trying to figure out what they did to deserve such a slight. This is wishful thinking and pathetically reminiscent of that “when I’m dead, they’ll be sorry!” line of thinking. Still, if I can fill one junior high acquaintance with momentary regret, this social networking suicide will be totally worth it.
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