Last month, I made the very significant and life-changing decision to remove my profile from Facebook. Honestly, I was getting addicted. Addicted to Facebook. I realized that if I wanted to care for me, I would have to take me off Facebook. So that’s what me did.
First, I composed my “Facebook farewell” post to inform my friends, family and mostly strangers of my departure:
Then, I took the plunge.
Whew! I thought I was out of the woods.
What I didn’t realize was that when I removed myself from Facebook, I was removing myself from other people’s Facebooks too. This is what happened on Day 4:
Wow. There it was in black and white: “Can’t. Tag.” This whole leaving-Facebook-for-a-month thing was already turning people’s lives upside down.
Day 8: In the break room at work, Jonah described a funny cat video to me. “Haha, that sounds great,” I said. “I’d love to see it.” “Sure,” said Jonah. “I’ll send it to you on Facebook.”
“I don’t have Facebook, I said.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll just email it to you,” Jonah said, putting on a brave face.
DAY 15: I received this desperate text from my brother, David:
DAY 30: On line for coffee, I overhear someone say this: “Ugh, it’s so lame when people leave Facebook for a month.”
I assume this stranger is talking about me, solemnly nod and take this as my cue. I’ve rocked this community hard enough. Tomorrow, I rejoin Facebook. You can breathe. You can all breathe.