This is the third day I have not logged into Facebook… and I haven’t missed it.
Facebook was my cigarette even though I have never been a smoker. I would be waiting in the car for my husband, or taking a break, and would always find some excuse to get on Facebook. My husband would get back in the car and I would still be on Facebook. I would be oblivious to everything else but Facebook, getting on it while eating lunch or while a movie was on, and I would little realize that I would be passing up many moments of mindfulness. I also exchanged the work involved for real socialization (calling people, going to events, etc.) for fake ones on Facebook. Even these lost meaning for me.
This is not a diatribe against Facebook, but I find I’m relieved to take a break from it. I think of it now and then but I just watch that curiosity play in front of me and then pass it by. I may just see how much longer my indifference for it can last. I might even actually call a friend or two.