Lost yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever. ( Horace Mann)
I took the plunge the other day and deactivated my Facebook page. It had been coming for a while for a whole host of reasons. The last straw was finding that I had spent a couple of precious hours reading what seemed like a crowds of people shouting at each other across the road about stuff that I perceived as being more appropriate for the private domain.
And the last, last straw was the sense of ‘big brother’ watching over every single move I made. I simply don’t like the idea of Facebook, or anyone else for that matter, tracking my every conversation and then pushing stuff right up against my face.
So, the moment of decativation came and the last I saw was a list of the people who would miss me. Interesting that top of the list was the last person who had messaged me ‘privately.’
I’ve had no withdrawals since leaving ~ except for seeing some of the great art and photographs that are posted. I’ve found other ways to access these so that ‘need’ is sorted!
I’d love to know how YOU feel about Facebook? Is it a key part of your life, peripheral or just a ‘no-no.’
Must say I feel totally different about blogging, and indeed Twitter.
All in all, I’m pretty surprised by this whole turn of events, however mundane they may be.