I am thinking of doing the unthinkable. I am thinking of deactivating my Facebook account and living a Facebook-free life.
I know, that sounds like the nuclear option — a scorched-earth concept unlike any other in the age of social media. One might as well sell all of one’s belongings, don sackcloth and live in the wilderness (or perhaps just the Chickasaw National Recreation Area). Life without Facebook? How could one even imagine such a thing?
I said I’m thinking about it. I haven’t actually done it yet. But I am giving serious consideration to going back to a life that doesn’t involve checking for status updates every 10 seconds from people I hardly know.
I’m only just now really getting into Facebook. For years, even though I had an account, it was completely irrelevant to the way I lived. I rarely updated my status (mostly because I couldn’t think of anything to say) and ended up getting into so many petty arguments with people in other countries that I finally just bailed out of it.
Then I started taking it more seriously, and now I would say that I have a serious problem. I’m on Facebook probably once every five minutes — and I’m not even doing anything, just checking. It’s ridiculous, especially when I consider that most of the people I’ve friended on Facebook — not all, but most — have absolutely nothing interesting or worthwhile to say.
I am 43 years old. If I were interested in cute baby pictures, I would probably be posting baby pictures of my own. Since that isn’t the case, I really don’t care about seeing pictures of so-and-so’s grandbaby who lives in Japan. Same goes for pictures of hunting trophies. And I could not care less about memes.