No, I’m not going to give a daily account of the facebook breakup. But, I did find it interesting how little I actually missed it today. I was a facebook addict. There…I admit it, and that is the first step to recovery. I knew I had a real problem when I found myself in front of the computer checking facebook and simultaneously picking up the iPhone and checking…facebook. That was when I knew I had to end it.
Step 1 was deleting the iPhone app, and Step 2 commenced today when I “deactivated” my account. You see, you can never actually delete a facebook account; you merely deactivate it. It’s a fairly quick process, but does include at least two screens with pictures of your friends and claims that “Sarah will miss you!” Or, “Mike will miss seeing your photos!” I actually hesitated for a moment. I mean, Mike does like looking at my photos. And, Sarah and I haven’t talked in almost 20 years except through facebook. I started to wonder if I was making a mistake in terminating my connections to so many “friends.”
In the end, I was strong. I clicked through all the dire warnings portending the end of my social life as I know it. Only to receive the message that I can log back into the account at any time in the future and reactive it with the click of a button. Comforting, yet…a little creepy, too.
So, I made it through Day 1, and didn’t find myself dying to know who was eating what and where. I did find it slightly inconvenient to send messages to a couple people, as I had to track down actual email addresses instead of just using facebook messaging. But, I’m sure that hassle will diminish as I beef up my iPhone’s address book. So far, I’m happy with the decision. We’ll see how it goes tonight when I can’t complete my nightly ritual of checking in on facebook before bed. I may need an Ambien.