I made a decision the other day. It was a decision that has been brewing for a little while now. I decided to take a Facebook break of sorts.
I think it was when I realized I was hiding more posts than I was reading that the decision was made.
Or maybe when I found myself holding back from typing those three little letters that my friend E interprets as "We're That Famous" (look at it...look at it...don't get it? eh, oh well.) as a comment on someones photo or status or whatever.
Maybe it was when I started feeling really awful about myself...there are a lot of perfectly happy, wonderful people on Facebook who are so content! so happy! doing so great! have the perfect life! perfect job! look perfect!
The decision could have been made while reading the 1/8 of posts on there where the perfectly unhappy had to rant, yet again, about their perfectly unhappy lives.
It could have been when I felt like Facebook was just another version of the high school popularity contest. How many friends do YOU have? How many "likes" or comments did your last status update get?
Then again, it could have been the moment when I realized that I didn't need to do this anymore. I didn't need to read all the posts or see all the pictures. I didn't need to feel bad about myself or get frustrated with other's political "insights" that are, in my humble opinion, very one-sided. I didn't need to read all of that...I just didn't.
And so, I decided to take a break of sorts. I will go on to check if there are messages from anyone, because that happens, or if there were posts left on my wall (another thing that DRIVES ME CRAZY! I have email and there's the whole private message thing. The whole world does not need to see the conversation between you and I!) I check certain pages (Hey, RevGals!) and then I.sign.out.
The strangest thing has happened. I'm not up-to-date on all my friends lives and, well, it's okay.
I don't think constantly about what I can post on Facebook to get the most "likes" because it.doesn't.matter.
I'm also not angry every time I sign out. I don't feel as bad about myself, my just average life or my lack of "popularity". Sure, I do miss seeing photos but I know how to look for those. My conversations don't include "Did you see so-and-so's post on Facebook?" and I am perfectly happy. Gosh, just writing this post I realized how much Facebook reverted me to my angst-y teenage years. So don't want to go there again!
This break may last a long time...I may revert to my old ways or maybe my page will languish there unused for a long time. I don't truly know. At the moment, I am at peace...and that, my friends, is good.