Here it is almost 1 am and I'm blogging. This is almost as bad as FB. But my sister called me today - Happy Birthday - and we talked about FB of course and why I left - then I end up asking her, "okay tell me what's going on" - so I can keep up with the gossip. Turns out there are new pictures of me on there from high school with an old friend who just passed away - now I want to see them. I will have to go on my husband's account. Is that cheating? Do I want back on? No not really.
Okay - Reason #1 to Hate FB - Nonstop intrusive comments on all and every post by certain not to be mentioned persons.
Reason #1 to Love FB - I get to see my friends' babies grow up.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Day Four 2/22/11 9:58 pm
Yesterday someone asked me if I could friend them on Facebook and I had to tell them no. I can no longer do that. Another friend e-mailed to say that she missed me on FB. Two sisters e-mailed to wish me Happy Birthday - I will not get my FB birthday greetings this year. But I still do not miss it.
It's just less that I have to pay attention to or feel compelled to pay attention to.
Besides that's four e-mails I might not have gotten otherwise. E-mails that the rest of the world or my "friends" did not see.
My own son tells me there were times when he spoke whole sentences to me and I didn't acknowledge him because I was too wrapped up in FB. He still doesn't believe I've quit for good.
My husband says I'll be back on in a few weeks.
I am busy composing lists in my head of reasons to like it and reasons to not like it.
I think this blog is my challenge to myself not to go back.
It's just less that I have to pay attention to or feel compelled to pay attention to.
Besides that's four e-mails I might not have gotten otherwise. E-mails that the rest of the world or my "friends" did not see.
My own son tells me there were times when he spoke whole sentences to me and I didn't acknowledge him because I was too wrapped up in FB. He still doesn't believe I've quit for good.
My husband says I'll be back on in a few weeks.
I am busy composing lists in my head of reasons to like it and reasons to not like it.
I think this blog is my challenge to myself not to go back.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Day Three 2/21/11 11:03 am
Okay it has now been two whole days since I dropped my FB addiction. A beautiful snowy President's Day. We woke up to 6 inches of powdery fluff which has covered over the ugliness and mud which was exposed after the melt of the last huge storm. A season of being house bound - ice and snow - Vitamin D deficiency - the month of my birth - Seasonal Affective Disorder. Why would I choose to purposely cut myself off from friends and family - some as far away as Moscow - at this gloomy, lonely time of year? I don't completely know....maybe that is why this blog. Because you could say, "What a hypocrite. You dropped FB just to take up blogging?" That's it exactly - except not really - I did not go on the computer but once yesterday and I spent the entire day out of doors skiing. On Sat when I officially "de-activiated" my account and they make you do all the security checks to do so (also reminding you that you can re-activate at any time and pick up where you left off) - I admit to being drawn to the computer and logging on several times - but that magic FB portal was no longer there and I could not enter! My time on the computer was shorter more limited - the compulsion less strong - the need to see my sister-in-law's posts (tho I love hear dearly) about her cooking all gone!
I spent a good part of the day cleaning up and putting away supplies in my basement studio which I am reclaiming after 5 years - and I sat playing with things not really with any direction or thought.
I spent a good part of the day cleaning up and putting away supplies in my basement studio which I am reclaiming after 5 years - and I sat playing with things not really with any direction or thought.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Day One
I just quit Facebook and I have a grin on my face now. We'll see how it goes but I feel like I ran away from home!
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