The Reasons For Quitting Facebook (Personal Narrative)
Just today afternoon, I decided to say goodbye to Facebook, finally.
Bob Dylan writes in his song ‘Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right:
Goodbye’s too good a word, babe,
So I’ll just say fare thee well.
However, I did not feel like saying farewell to Facebook, not because it is not my babe or I am not Bob Dylan, but because it did me more harm than good.
Lately, I had been discreet on Facebook, using it only to share my poetry. And this is because as time went by, I realised people in my friend list hardly cared about from-the-heart words. They were often occupied in what my dear friend Phalguni calls ‘half-ass debates and talks about feminism and stuff’.
And indeed, they were.
It is an undeniable fact that generally, most of the valuable knowledge is passed through a simple flick of the thumb.
As an eccentric, I have a few friends — it is not that I do not have any, the ones I have are worth being called as friends. So for me, keeping in touch with friends on Facebook — the world’s largest social network — was out of the question.
I realised that those who care enough will perhaps write a mail to me, or make a call.
While quitting Facebook, I had a question: well, will I be missing out on posts from pages I care about; like BrainPickings and other insightful blogs? The answer was ‘no’. I could simply go to their website and read all the insightful contents that they had to offer. Also, this was a lazy excuse to hold on to Facebook.
Our sense of humour has been trained by social media, which I think is sad, and adds up to the reasons for me to quit Facebook. I’d rather feed my sense of humour with a funny book, poem, or a blog post than some gif or meme on Facebook.
Facebook plays a major role in people’s lives — so much so, that it is the first thing they check when they wake up, and not their withering plants in the garden. Eventually, I realised that there is more to life than this; in an effort to connect more, I was being disconnected from what was waiting to be connected to me — thoughts, feelings, emotions, and knowledge — all of which were worth more than a small laugh on Facebook.
Along with this, Facebook created an emotional tumoil. Waiting for someone you are emotionally attached to message you, after you truly realise — or do not realise — that they do not care at all, is disheartening. The wait, for an emotional personal like me, is as bad as being stuck in a storm of chilly powder.
As I said, the people who actually care about me will find other means to contact me — since I am no longer on Facebook.
As I write this, I just received a mail from a dear friend of mine which delighted my heart.
The decision was not an easy one. Numerous times, I felt like going back, but thinking about it, I realised that it would be in vain.
So, I have decided to try to live in a world without Facebook, use the time I save to explore what can be truly felt by my senses, and explore more — live more.