A month ago I left facebook with the goal to be more like that imagined ideal of myself before I was allowed to reactivate my account, but in the end the prospect of seeing pictures my friend Yvonne would post of a trip to New York City was too great a lure for me, and so not nearly a better person or closer to my goals, I am back.
Other than that vague goal of wanting to be a better person, I also wanted to curb my addiction to this stupid website. Which I often checked as often as e-mail throughout the day.
In the beginning of my detox, it felt weird, sometimes I would type the web address into my browser and almost log in, almost like a reflex of being in front of my computer. I itched and wondered what my "friends" were doing. Detox is hard, I mused. Life seemed awfully quiet. I found out that I am in fact rather lonely.
But in the end, I adjusted, with time spent away from the internet and prowling facebook, I called my sister more often, sometimes was inspired to e-mail far-away friends that I miss and ask what they're doing. Instead of reading status updates, I kept up with global news. Instead of going through people's photos, I read books and other online media, watched more movies and TV shows. Instead of updating my own status and posting things, I wrote longer articles and musings for myself and for my blog.
And now I know which of my 480 friends on facebook care to take the time and call me or write me an e-mail when I am not easily accessible through a profile page. Way way less than 480. But I am glad you exist. :D
(okay, now I have to refrain from logging into facebook and posting this to my profile :p)
i love u anyways. more than facebook. smoooch.
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