Deactivating one’s Facebook account is the most painful thing. And melodramatic! R will miss you, S will miss you… Blaaaah will miss you.. The-girl-in-college-you never-spoke-to-you-and-yet-she-likes-every single-time-you-eat-a-chocolate-pastry-and-tell-the-world-about-it will miss you.. Blaaaaah will miss you.
Alright, so nobody will “miss” me because I’m not dying! And some of these people live with me, others I talk to everyday, and with others, I probably never will. Talk about futility! I’m too sick of my constant online presence, and most of all the exhibitions on FB, mine and others. So I am deactivating my account, not killing myself. I am going back in time, and I will now have real conversations with people I want to keep in touch with, instead of “liking” and having superficial conversations like “LOL nice!”, “Hey nice pic”.
After over 1500 hours of FB time and 500 status updates and 349 pictures, Ta da FB! I don’t think I want to come back. Unless I suffer withdrawal symptoms of course :P