I’ve un-friended Facebook.
I’ve haven’t been popping in to FB’s corporate blue cyber-lounge very much recently. FB was dropping down to the bottom of my To Do list. It was above “Pick up next-door cat’s poo in my garden” but below “Find lost sink plunger”. [We have sub-standard plumbing in this house.]
I decided that in 2013 I would *leave* Facebook. I’m not closing my account, but I’m just not actively checking it or updating it. It’s a bit of a relief actually.
Good things about leaving Facebook
- I don’t have a constant parallel “I-must-remember-that-funny-thing-so-I-can-post-it-on-Facebook” soundtrack in my mind. I just laugh at it, and move on.
- I am no longer jealous of distant colleagues’ luxurious holidays .
- Calibrating a suite of ever-changing FB privacy settings? Ha! I laugh at your privacy settings.
- I don’t need to comment on anyone’s pictures of their kids. Of course I think my friends’ children are funny, smart, adorable, stylish etc. I just don’t need to prove it.
- I haven’t had to ‘friend’ either the generation above (parents, uncles, aunts) or below me (nieces etc). I have avoided breaching inter-generational FB sharing etiquette.
- I have rung, and Skyped and emailed and met with and written to my Real Life Actual Friends. It has been lovely.
Bad things about leaving Facebook
[After a long pause… ]
- I will not know what you ate at your wedding anniversary dinner.
- I will not know that you liked the page for “Katie’s Bespoke Ceramic Yoghurt Cooler Pods”.
- I will not know that you got divorced, deported, promoted, pregnant, married or mauled by a rare mammal on your charity fun run.
Life after Facebook
I read that Facebook is the email of the digital natives. Ubiquitous, functional and essential. I hope that’s wrong, as I’m going to live without it.
This was my first post on Facebook – 3 July 2007:
[From me to friend] Now I’m a zombie chump thanks to you.
This was my last post on Facebook – 9 December 2012:
2013 new year resolution SPOILER: Only 23 more sleeps until I leave* Facebook.
*I’m not even going to pretend to check/update very often. Just can’t be arsed.
There are plenty of other ways we can connect: twitter, linkedin, flickr, pinterest, my blog, your blog, email, skype, landline, mobile, post, or meet me for a coffee?
(But not google+… I suspect that I will be on that even less than FB.)
Here’s one I wrote earlier
We are all alone together. Looking down the hill, the lights of the party twinkled and crinkled through the trees. The wafts of voices floated up past me in the dark. I could see my friends arranging and rearranging themselves in to little clumps of conversation and mid-priced wine.
I am, like, so not popular. I am not a very popular person. I only have:
- 90 Facebook friends (although if I friended my mum and all my uncles, aunts, cousins and their spouses I’d probably double that). [Update: As at 7 April 2011, I have 100 FB friends.]