A Week Without Facebook
I’m having a self-imposed Lent, and I’m giving up Facebook for it.
Facebook, for me, has been fun. I’ve found some old friends, one ex-stepchild (a very happy reunion, I’m glad to say), and many cousins I’ve not said so much as a word to in years. It’s a way for me to see what my beloved nieces and nephews are up to as well, and I keep in touch with friends and family in the west while I’m stuck here in the east. I’ve come to like it for that.
But I’ve also come to hate it.
Facebook can be a useless time suck in an otherwise busy day. In this age of instant communication, many choose not to check their messages or reply to them, leaving you in cyber limbo, wondering if you’ve said something wrong. I’m sure they don’t intend to do that; it’s just the nature of the beast. But it happens, and I don’t like it. When you’re left floundering, your attention turns to other time-wasters like the games and “applications” that they’ve invented. I’ve bowled and played word challenges until I’m blue in the face. Am I better for it? Hell, no. I’ve taken care of a virtual Pet Pup for about two months now. I’d rather be home with Ray, taking care of little Macy, his 13-year-old Maltese-Poodle. Facebook is fun, but it’s not THAT much fun.
So, I’m going to tear myself away from it. Like a much-loved security blanket, I’m going to put it in the virtual closet and live without it for awhile. It’ll be tough: Old habits die hard, after all. But I’m going to do it. I need to find work. I need to jump-start my moving plans. I need to live a real life.
