Some might have seen that I have removed myself from Facebook – I have ended my Facebook career.
I have done this out of choice, not peer pressure. I used to be addicted – whole heartedly, check it before I sleep, and when I wake, and whilst I’m meant to be doing something else – repeatedly getting frustrated with the rubbish internet at home, or the GPRS (just hang on a second…what is the point of this… I cannot believe sometimes that I am paying for internet – and GPRS is what I get!) would be wound up to search something when I really didn’t need to. I was plain addicted – and it was annoying.
I realised it was getting me down and frustrated when everyone else had jobs post uni, when everyone was having the best time doing what they loved and I was not persevering with my life – so I decided, in October 2015, to reduce the quantity of time that I spent refreshing Facebook, and re reading all the statuses ( or stati – what would the Oxford Dictionary say!?)
I didn’t miss it – I deleted the app from my iPad and iPhone and told myself I could only go on it if I used the internet browsers – GPRS doesn’t even work on internet browsers… I thought I would be pining over it, dreaming up what could be going on whilst I wasn’t reading – but quite frankly, it didn’t bother me.
Then came April – I still went on it – but it was getting to the stage where I would go days – and Facebook would start sending ‘while you were gone’ notifications. It was at this point that I discovered that my emotions were saying nada, nope, stop, no thanks. Not for me.
A lot of the things that I had missed during my time away, were from people that, I didn’t really know – or rather, wouldn’t call me at the night to ask for a lift home from town, or I wouldn’t call if my car had broken down (I have taken these approaches to whether they are my real deal friends etc). The majority of my friends were, in fact, not regular users of Facebook.
Another – slightly more serious point as to why I have left Facebook – is that the more doors I have open that people can get in contact with me on – the more I leave myself open to being attacked – cyber attacked. Sure, people all think – I’ve got enough symbols/numbers and capital letters in my password to avoid that – and you might have just that – but whilst getting older, I have decided to try and reduce the amount of windows and doors I have into my life.
Awks that I am saying this on a personal blog… you win some, you loose some, I guess!!
So, that’s why you won’t see continual images of my horse, or dog. And why I won’t be inviting you to annoying reeling parties over Facebook anymore… you can breathe a big sigh of relief…
I remain on Instagram though (vecsmith) – so hook a girl up.