The Eiffel Tower from the top of the Printemps building in Paris, 2013
Yep, you read that right. Tomorrow I’m waking up at the butt crack of dawn to hop on a plane to spend the next six days with my love and our closest friends from Edinburgh; and I’m canceling my Facebook account.
I don’t know when it started. Maybe it was when Will cancelled his Facebook account two years ago or sometime after that but the thought that I don’t need Facebook kept creeping up. I justified keeping it because of the birthday reminders and the long-distance friendships; but somewhere down the road those reasons turned into excuses. I was still missing birthdays and baby announcements and photos of friends’ travels. Huffington Post and “suggested posts” started crowding my news feed and I didn’t know any of the “people I may know”. Facebook wasn’t keeping me connected anymore, it was just wasting my time (among other things – 1, 2).
A couple of weeks ago a friend of mine told me she was thinking about quitting Facebook. That opened up a discussion about being intentional about what we share on the internet and how we spend our time. It also got me thinking about who out of my 696 Facebook friends would try just a little bit harder to keep in touch. No, this isn’t a test to see who my real friends are but an attempt to bring back a level of intimacy and connectivity I crave in my friendships.
Last week I started the process of letting everyone know and taking down my pictures. It’s been a fun trip down memory lane and, honestly, a little bit anti-climactic. But that’s life: things start and end all the time. So, that’s the long of it.
The short version is I don’t think Facebook is very satisfying. I don’t exactly know what type of satisfaction I’m expecting from Facebook or why I’m even expecting a level of satisfaction from it at all but I’m over it.