offline

I forgot to mention something yesterday. I gave up Facebook for the day, maybe forever, I don’t know. I deleted the app from my phone and didn’t log on all day. I wasn’t even a bad addict or anything, but the convenience of having it on my phone was making me log on more just because I could. When I’d have a minute and knew I couldn’t do much of anything else because there wasn’t enough time, I’d read people’s status updates, look at pictures, etc.

Harmless, but those little bits of time add up. And it’s not just about the time. People - my so called FB friends - were starting to get on my nerves. People who have the time to play Farmville when I can’t see my couch because it’s been covered with laundry for the last 5 days, people seeking advice about everything, people who think everyone cares what they ate for dinner, people who need to be cheered up all the time. I am breaking free of the weird and crazy world of FB that makes me think I need to ask the people I went to elementary school with how I should raise my children or tell me they “like” the fact that I ate steak yesterday.

I am convinced that I can find lots of better things to do with my time and that offline relationships are probably better anyways … ya think? I am turning into my mom …

PS - Also, FB was creeping me out. Without my permission, they’d creeped into my Pandora account (because of course I wanted to know which of my FB friends liked the same songs as me) and my Photobucket account. I created a Photobucket account to test out the service and within a couple hours - even after intentionally not clicking the “link to my FB account” check box when I created the account - my FB profile pic appeared asking me if I wanted to comment or like photos. That’s just creepy FB … really creepy.

PPS - If you are one of my friends that likes to tell FB what you eat for dinner, I don’t hate you. I even think it’s fine for you to do so. I just don’t want to be obsessed with knowing what you ate for dinner, that’s all. I need to fold my laundry and kiss my children before they get big and don’t want me to anymore. Maybe we can go out to eat sometime (and you can post about it on FB!). Ha!

Ok, I’ll stop now :)