If you’re reading this, then you may already know: I’ve deactivated the Facebooks. I’m embarrassed to even say this, but I was actually a little sad (I got misty eyed — blurgh), although that was quickly replaced by immense relief. FREE! I’m hiding in plain sight. I’m Harry Potter with my totally magical Internet invisibility cloak. But I’m right here. Brian told me about this family that’s living in 1986, and maybe I’m a little jealous. I long to live like it’s 1986. I loved the 80s. I guess I’m just trying to get back to this.
Everyone I’ve told that I’m on a Facebook break, everyone, has said, “Oh, I need one too!” So do it, friends. Honestly, a big part of why I took a break is because I feel like we’re all too reliant upon it as a means of communication. We don’t know friends’ addresses or phone numbers or even birthdays, and Facebook knows it. That, and Facebook has a unique ability to make me feel bad about not accomplishing more in life.
So if you’re thinking about it, know that you can download all of your data (including photos you’ve uploaded) before you deactivate. And that’s not deleting; you can go back to your cryogenically frozen timeline and wake it up. I’m not sure how long I’m going to stay away, but I do feel a bit happier. And you might, too. Just a thought.