Like almost everyone in the world, I own a Facebook, and I would say, for a time, it felt like I had to be on it. Five hundred or so friends to keep up with, plus all of the pages I followed? Heck, the page Tasty uploads several recipes in a day and I felt like I had to see every variation on buffalo chicken they could do like it was some sort of job I was getting paid for (except of course, I wasn’t). Facebook had this way of making me give a care about a bunch of people from my past that I genuinely no longer care for. It felt like flipping through the channels of a TV without actually stopping at anything genuinely interesting for more than about a minute. It’s like Andrew Sullivan says in his article: “I Used to be a Human Being”: “Like many addicts, I had sensed a personal crash coming.”
My eventual deletion of Facebook started around the fall of last year. I was recently out of a relationship that ended rocky and had begun what I suppose was my purge of Facebook. In my previous relationship I had to keep up with several friends whom. It wasn’t like I enjoyed it, but I had to. Free of these bonds, it became less important to constantly keep up with Facebook. There was also the election-talk going on, more heated than ever with the election day drawing severely closer. I found myself watching these videos slandering Trump or Hillary and getting angry reading the comments and the toxic speeches of people from all sorts of political backgrounds. It was at this point that I felt there had to be a change, and I deleted the application.
While the Facebook app no longer takes up space on my phone, I do still run the Messenger app. It’s too convenient in comparison to the text message, so I suppose my addiction still continues. My life has been quite quiet in the dark, without that blue square, though, and I can say I’m better for it.