My dearest Facebook,
You and I have been friends for about as long as I’ve been married – 8 ½ years. I was absolutely smitten with you when we first met! The idea that I could look up distant family members, friends and former elementary school classmates floored me. With merely typing in names and a swipe of the finger, their photos showed up in regal colors!
It was, as one friend described it, “a wonderful waste of time.”
I was hooked! You were present at some of my life’s most important events, post-marriage, like the the birth of my three children, among others. You, family and the aforementioned former schoolmates all had front-row seats to my life. I recognize the importance of having witnesses in my life. And I ate this up! Every morning, I reached for my phone, ecstatic about the red notifications alert. I was so eager to see which of my photos or posts my friends had liked (or loved) best.
We continued like this for a couple of years, resulting in me becoming a little too dependent on my phone. It buzzed, I checked it, regardless of what I was doing: reading a story to my children, watching a show with my husband, at a stop in my car or taking a restroom break. You get the idea. Friend, it was like you had control over me and knew where I was all the time. Also, those ads that would show up on my newsfeed? Creepily familiar.
On New Year’s Eve 2017, I reflected on what I wanted my life to be about in 2018. Sadly, friend, you didn’t make the cut. It’s now March, and I have yet to miss you. Sure, I have to create new usernames and passwords when purchasing items online, or registering for different events as a newly-minted non-Facebook user, but I have managed. (That’s crafty, by the way — you infiltrating different areas of our lives).
What is most noteworthy is the incredible peace I have found since quitting you, coupled with the laser-focus on my purpose, and who and what to give my time to.
I believe your intentions are pure, and I truly thank you for making it possible to reconnect with so many that have been influential in my journey. You have done what you set out to do. (Also, I do appreciate that I can still use messenger and keep up with friends that way, even with a deactivated account). I will continue to live in the “olden days,” as my children call it, 100% confident that those who want to keep up with me as true friends will find me.
In short, “it’s not you, it’s me.” I have broken things off with you with no intention of (permanently) coming back. It’s been real. It’s been good. It’s been really good.
I really do “like” you,
Your friend, Giana