I deactivated my Facebook account a couple of weeks ago.
Shocking, isn’t it? I’ve had a Facebook account since it came out, back in the days when it was only meant for college students. I’ve tried to go without it several times before, but I was just too addicted. I also used it to keep in touch with people I hadn’t seen in ages, so I guess I felt it was justified.
However, I’ve been using it less and less in the past several months, to the point where I really only used the Messenger app. After a while, I realized that the only people I really kept in touch with on Messenger were people who have other ways to contact me. So without really telling anyone beforehand or making a big deal out of it, I just went ahead and deactivated it.
I did tell my friends, very casually after the fact, that I’d deactivated my account. Most people reacted with varying degrees of panic and/or concern. Some took it personally, thinking it was because of something they’d done, and I thought that was a bit odd.
Anyway, I’m rather enjoying my newfound freedom. It’s relaxing. Plus, there are perks… The cute guy in my class who seems interested can’t just Facebook-stalk me; he’ll have to get to know me. Like, in person. Of course, I can’t look him up either, but I don’t mind that.
My Facebook escape may be temporary… I can always go back. But in the meantime, it might be fun to see how long I can make it. Maybe I don’t really need social media after all.