Plus, I grind better when I’m not over exerting myself trying to be super social. So the last place I need to be spending an average of 30 minutes of my day every day is on a social networking site that makes me far more available than I’ve ever wanted to be.
Facebook for me has become a gift and a curse. It makes my world smaller (which used to be a good thing when I was at UCLA). Now it’s warped my world into this small online community that I have to check into every so often. I can’t remember the last time I had access to internet and didn’t check my Facebook account. The habit is so compulsive, that I don’t even realize what site I’m heading to, as I’m already typing the words.
My biggest complaints about Facebook are identical to the things that I originally fell in love with it. I find out about too many events, that otherwise probably wouldn’t know about, and am compelled to go to said events when I browse through the decent looking list of people (including my friends) who’ve already RSVP’d “yes” to the event.
Also, I don’t know if I can really appreciate randoms (or even friends, and I use the term loosely) perusing my profile to get some understanding of what makes me me. I don’t care how much information I make on my profile it still doesn’t help you understand what really makes me tick.
Plus checking it is super duper time consuming- and real hustlers like me don’t have time for Facebook. LOL
Not to mention, I think it’s really creepy that the access to photo albums enables me to peer into the lives of so many people (mostly strangers).
Saddest thing is, when the Facebook exit team asked me why I was deactivating my account, I clicked the explanation bubble that read “this is only temporary, I’ll be back.”
I figured that there was no reason to lie about it. Clearly Facebook knows the type of hold they have on people or they wouldn’t have put that option up there in the first place.
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