It’s All Over Facebook
Time to press the kill switch. Otherwise known as “Turn notifications off”.
I’ve done it. I’ve amputated the extra limb known as Facebook. Well, to be truthful I haven’t quite amputated it but it’s off the home screen on my phone, tablet, and laptop. Gone, kaputt, finished. Notifications now firmly turned to “off” and I’m not turning them on again.
I knew there was a problem when it was the first thing I looked at in the morning, every damn morning, and throughout the day. I didn’t look at my husband sleeping beside me. Didn’t peer into my daughter’s room, didn’t speak to my Ginger Tomcat.
Nada, I was looking at the offerings of Mr Zuckerberg. Offerings that consisted of crap memes, Sharon’s pictures of her children eating their lunch, bored Karen in her fifties saying she must lose weight and a particular hate of mine, Angela saying how upset she is. Angela isn’t owning up to what upset her, she’s just putting it out there. Cue the comments “what’s happened, darling?” “Inbox me, hun”. “ Are you ok?”. I could go on. But won’t.
I choose my Facebook Groups carefully and will continue to join in with them. Friends, I will private message but I’m not going down the rabbit hole of liking what they ate for breakfast. The rabbit hole that leads into a whole rabbit warren. One which takes a long time to find your way out of and you’ve got to get past Sharon, Karen, and Angela first.
I’ve even seen family and friends having terrible arguments through Facebook. All online, popping up on that newsfeed. It’s like having a ringside seat at a boxing match. You’re not there, but yes you are there virtually and probably wish you weren’t. But there is at least the scroll button to get you over the ropes and out of the ring.
Although for a lot it may remain a lifeline, I was starting to find that for me it was wasting time. The time that I could put to better use. Strangely although it's only been a few hours I feel a bit different. I haven't wasted time and done some constructive things. The world outside hasn’t intruded into my world within.
Now if I want to look for Facebook I’ve got to find it. It’s not going to find me. And in the past find me it has. Like a baby insistent for a bottle its found me. With that little blue dot, ting ting ting. The insistent virtual baby.
It’s not all easy I’ll admit. The temptation is there to just “have a quick peek”. But what am I missing? Only in your head do you think you are missing anything. If anything dire was happening you’d have someone hammering at your door or at the very least phoning you.
So from now on, I’ll still be looking at Facebook but on my terms, I’ll look when I want to and not when it demands me to and that is a pretty freeing feeling. No more blue dots or ting ting loudly in the background making me jump and drawing me back into that rabbit hole.
So my dear Sharon, Karen, and Angela, this is not goodbye. We are still friends but no longer will I have to suffer your upsets, weight gain, and looking at your children eating their lunch.
I’ve now left the Newsfeed Party.
Notifications are off!