Day 2 Off Facebook apart from…
23.16 pm and as the nation’s Dorian Gray, Sir Cliff Richard opined, it’s these miss you nights that are the longest. I am missing Facebook right now. During the day it was quite easy to keep off and keep busy: I was absorbed with emails and calls about me going. But I’m jonesing for it now and getting angsty. In fact, I do have a bit of a confession. Earlier this afternoon I did sneak a peak, oh Saint Zuckerberg forgive me, but to my horror there was a chat message sitting there saying “Jules you’d better not be lurking on here” left by a mate. After I stopped blushing I decided to take my decision a little more seriously, and here’s what’s occurred to me today.
It’s not so great on the outside
Some people applauded my leaving by telling me I would be able to join the real world again. Facebook is real, (unless of course this is The Truman Show Pt 2 and I’ve been pissing myself laughing with a bunch of actors). How is it less real than the conversation I have with the postman, or friends I bump into on the street? I’ve been living in Suburbia for 12 years and I can tell you right now I’m not going to step outside the door tomorrow and find that a whole host of like-minded, amusing people will have been parachuted in to the local Caffe Nero and are ready and waiting to have a laugh. Facebook allows you to gather together people you like no matter how far across the world you have to search to find them.
Time is not my friend
My slavish dedication to the rolling news feed on Facebook had seen the happy annexation of acres of my time and having claimed it all back I find I’m less bereft about leaving than I am bemused by what to do next. I’ve only been on FB for 9 months or so, yet the idea that I may have to return to hunting for a decent conversation in my locale is too depressing to contemplate. And before you start, fuck book clubs, fuck going for a walk, fuck going back to work. I don’t read, walking is not talking and I have a job. We all know I was frittering away too much time there. But leaving it will not make me any more productive with it, believe me. Facebook is not time wasted.
It’s a lot harder doing it in bits and pieces
Before I left, I just used Facebook plus a regular trawl through my email to keep me in touch with people, now everyone is scattered across different social media and my interaction with them has shattered into thousands of fragments of communication. I am exhausted by emails, texts, phone calls, chat and Tweets. Facebook is simple.
Tomorrow I am going to tell what is good about leaving. I hope.