Holy Facebook!

A few weeks ago, I deactivated my Facebook account.
Take a moment. I know it's SHOCKING... especially for someone like me, who is rarely without a portable device and has seriously looked into the internet addiction clinics.

I deactivated my Facebook account and FB assured me I could come back whenever I wanted too. I haven't tested their good will yet, but rest assured I will let you know.

Anyway, even though I dropped off the face of the earth, ahem, no one noticed. (Well, until today - but for the purpose of this post, let's just keep moving.) Dropping away was easier than I expected. It has also freed A LOT of time in my day. A few times I almost caved and logged back in. But I caught myself.

So why leave Facebook? I have a tendency to be petty - I know it; I'm working on it. Facebook gives such a beautiful platform for being petty. I really don't even need to work that hard at it. I turned off my shallow bullhorn until things get a little calmer around here.

I finally reached a point with too many status updates. Who knew?