If you have perused my “about me” page, you’d see that I have tried to cut down on my Facebook usage. You might be asking “How’s that going for ya?”
Well, let me explain the extent of my addiction to the little fb. (that’s short for Facebook and for the entirety of this post, that is how it shall be known. Oh and this gets quite deep – so feel free to pour yourself a good red..)
I got a friend request to join fb from someone about four years ago. As I didn’t really know how fb worked, I didn’t go on it a lot – and with only a few friends – it’s actually quite boring. As time went on, I got more friends, became more fb savvy and slowly but surely I was sucked into the great mindless void that is fb. You know when you get up in the morning and the first thing you do is check your account, or when you NEED to have the app on your phone, or when you get miffed that you didn’t get tagged in a particular photo… you know it is time to call it quits. But I didn’t. The friends number crept up. I became friends of people who I didn’t speak to regularly – but I knew when their child was constipated. To people who wouldn’t normally say hello when you passed them on the street, or at church – but I knew that they had a birthday party for little sally*and aunty X* made a wonderful cake in the shape of a pony. Which is really great – but did I need to know that?
I know I have written my fair share of mindless drivel (love that word..) I had my dummy spits when friends wrote the word “yous” in their posts (no, it is not a word!) I sent private messages to those who I thought needed some of my wisdom, in a more private forum. But I kept my account and maybe on the rare occasion would I drop the odd person who annoyed me too much.
There was too much judging of other people, and not enough inward focussed self-evaluation. It took a post by a good friend to make me see what I was doing. That same day it took someone else who I see on an almost daily basis, to make me realise that they were depending on fb to communicate with me. That day I had a light-bulb moment. That day I took a stand.
I started by deleting all my fb friends who live close by. I deleted everyone who never really reciprocated the “friendship”. I deleted people who I see on a regular basis – yes, those who I worked with, those that I am friends with and yes, even family members. Shock, horror! It has been the topic of some school yard discussion – but I feel LIBERATED people. I have my life back with my select little group of friends that I don’t see all the time. I don’t go onto fb a lot now. Maybe once or twice a week.
I am grateful for that. Spending more time getting back into blogging has been an absolute joy. Learning to use Photoshop and Illustrator has been a challenge, but a lot of fun.
I could never say that I was ever grateful for fb. Can you? How much tedious information do you have in your mind everyday from all those seemingly harmless status updates?
*name changed to protect identities.
Linking up with 52 weeks of grateful via Maxabella loves
photo of the keeks and the dog. she’d love it if we said to her “ok, he can sleep on your bed.” the blur to the right is the paiglet who doesn’t ever stand still..
back to watching the Olympics. apparently some guy just fell off the parallel bars.