I quit facebook.
Reluctantly I’m a Millennial, and in Facebook demographics, I’d probably be considered a heavy user. But! I had scaled back on the posting of my own bits besides the odd photo album, and I mostly used the site as my primary news aggregator as well as a way to keep up with friends. And, let’s be real, to “creep”.
Okay truthfully, it wasn’t totally my decision. And while I’m not ready to talk about why (yet? ever?), it is my decision to reframe this experience.
You know that feeling when you wake up a few minutes before your alarm? I guess these past few months have felt kinda like that. I turned 30 this year, so the topic of existentialism has definitely been fueling some anxiety. But today I read an article (“What the f*ck are we doing?”), and it was little bit like the alarm finally going off with that fucking buzz . What the fuck am I doing? I know, I know. It sounds awfully self-serving and trite, but hey, see above where I say I’m a Millennial.
It’s been an amalgamation of a lot of things (mindless scrolling, FOMO, editorializing our lives, to name a few), and those things I’d like to dive into deeper later, but suffice it to say, going off Facebook is one of the better choices I’ve made in a while.