It was coming, I just couldn’t see it.
A lot of bloggers have talked about how Facebook wasn’t “working” for them anymore, and little to none of the people who have followed their pages and posts were actually being notified about them. It was the same for me, but it was hard to think about leaving the comfort of what I “knew”. So, I pressed on with facebook.
There were a lot of great things about it, like the friends I met, or the groups I was a part of.
There was an endless supply of encouragement anywhere you wanted to see it. But, there was also an endless supply of time sucking “news”, memes and who doesn’t like to get into the random argument with strangers thing? I found I was spending hours and hours each day, checking my news feed. It consumed me. But, I wasn’t about to stop.
Facebook did that for me.
They decided that the name I went under wasn’t good enough for them, and asked for proof of ID. In the meantime, they have blocked access not only to my private account, but to pages and groups I was a part of. Zip, zilch, zero. Go ahead and click on the facebook link in my sidebar. I’ll wait. I have submitted “proof” that I ma who I say I am, but until they decide that is good enough, I won’t be on there.
Not that it’s a terrible thing, really.
I found I had more time to enjoy my coffee today instead of staring at my phone and allowing my coffee to go cold. I had “more time” to take my daughter shopping and I was far more engaged in helping her select clothes without that little blue button to click on and transport me into a magical fairy world. I have been more present in my family’s lives.
I am still hoping to get back on.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s a good thing I am not on right now, but I miss some of my friends. The ones that I connected with online only. Yes, they do exist. I wish I had exchanged phone numbers sooner with them. Maybe some day.