It’s no secret I don’t like Facebook. I left as a user almost two months ago (while keeping my account active to allow my admin privileges on client pages to remain intact).

Has my life been different?

Yes. I email or text pictures and updates to my family, instead of passively posting them and assuming they’ll see them. And then I realized how awful it was that I relied on a social network to be connected to the people who love me most.

Yes. My mood improved. I’ve been less angry and disgusted at the world, because it’s not in my face all day every day. I don’t have to watch how people speak to their “friends”. I’m not involved in gossip – “did you see what Ornathilda did last weekend?” and I have to actually communicate with my friends to know what’s going on in their lives. That’s right. I’ve phoned people. I also don’t see business practices that drive me bonkers. So that’s a pro. I’m less crazy.

Yes. I replaced one social network with another, and now have a very impressive Bon Jovi Pinterest board. And I discovered I LOVE Pinterest as a resource. I don’t spend a lot of time there though, and I’ve spent less time on Twitter too.

Yes. I don’t know which Disney Princess I’m most like. I don’t know how I will die, or what nationality I should have been. I know I’m going to have three kids…because I’ve had three kids. Not because a quiz told me. And I used those two minutes of my life I might have dedicated to doing said quiz to find Bon Jovi pins instead.

Yes. I don’t know what’s going on with my favourite businesses, and I have to make more of an effort to find out what’s going on in our community. But wait. I know this is old school, but I’ve used the bookmark feature on my browser. Yep. I use websites.

Yes. I read more. I’ve read more books in the last two months than I read in the last year. I love reading and it turns out, if you’re not sucked into the wormhole of social media, you have time to read!

My biggest concern before deciding to leave Facebook was that I would miss something, When I was weighing the pros and cons, I realized that this was a pro. I don’t need to know what’s going on all the time, because it just doesn’t matter. I don’t need likes to tell me my opinions are valid, or my kids are great. What I DO need is strong, real, personal relationships with people who know the real me – not the snap shot social me. And I’m headed back in that direction.

So there you have it. I quit Facebook. And I survived. So far. I’m sure the long arms of the sinister machine will claw me back somehow. They’ll probably buy Twitter.