Quitting Facebook was only the first step

So a few days ago I deactivated my Facebook account. I’m not sure if this will be a temporary decision or one that lasts, but I’m rolling with it for the time being and I would like to share some of my experiences since then; a few thoughts on how I have felt afterwards.

I used to have to an oddly-symbiotic relationship with Facebook. I not so often posted anything, aside from the occasional & supportive Rand Paul campaign ad. I instead spent endless hours scrolling and reading/creeping through my feed.

One thing to know about me is I do not, and absolutely refuse to watch the news. That’s what Facebook started to feel like to me, and ultimately ended up being why I deactivated my account.

To be honest, it was the most recent chatter about ISIS, that was the straw that broke the camels back for me.

I don’t believe in the war-propaganda that is ISIS. Nor do I believe in all the recent police brutality, race related cases popping up every other day.

I think all of these stories, and to me, that’s all they are, as tools of media-manipulation geared towards instilling fear amongst the American people. I do not buy into it.

I was visiting my family on break for Thanksgiving from the college I attend. I sat next to my mom, who most recently got a Facebook.

Your sister thinks we need to get permits to carry

I looked at her and almost laughed because I have never heard her say anything in those regards. It was then I realized it was because of what her and my sister read and shares on Facebook that prompted her to say that to me.

If that’s what she and anyone else want to devote their energy to, then by all means go ahead I will not judge you for it. But it is just not for me.

The car ride home from my parents place was when I had my first positive experience after deleting Facebook. This happened about 24 hours after I had deleted it.

The first day was just a collective bunch of clarifying experiences like the previously shared story. As well as the oops moments where I went to try and open the Facebook app only to remember i deleted it.

But I was having this strong desire to create things and be artistic, feelings I have not felt for quite some time.

I wanted to go cook crazy things in my kitchen. I wanted to write, and oh yeah, that’s what prompted me to write this story. I also desire to start a video blog, conducting social experiments. That’s a new one for me & I am excited to see where it takes me.

But none the less, it’s only been a few days since I made the change and I feel more in the moment than ever. I am noticing myself more engaged in conversations, more easily keeping focus, and responding quicker.

I am not saying that this is what happens when you deactivate your Facebook. Instead, things I have noticed in myself. Everyone reacts differently.

I myself am an empathetic person, and for me, I need to have that freedom of choice.

Putting my energy and attention into what interests and inspires me makes me feel better inside, and that helps me project that back onto the world.

I chose to delete Facebook based on my own experiences. I encourage you to have your own experience, whatever that may be.

Please feel free to write and email me any thoughts, ideas or questions you have. mrkelsey412@yahoo.com