The Facebook Experiment

I de-activated my Facebook account yesterday.

I did it like I do most things in my life....spur of the moment, without giving it much though, without telling a single person. I just clicked "de-activate" and was done (So far, one person has noticed and called me).

I did it for several reasons, none of which I thought through before clicking the button, but all of which are perfectly valid. I spend too much time on Facebook, too much time on the games (I'm already panicking at the thought of my crops withering and my restaurant employees going hungry). Facebook runs my life.....if something is said or done on there, it must be all that matters, right?

And I'm tired of the drama from the last few months. I thought that leaving Lubbock would make it die down, but it's still going on, 200 miles away, and having access to the people who perpetuate it just makes it worse. This way, they can't tell me what's going on, and I can't post statuses or comments that keep it going on. Now it can just end.

There are other reasons to, more personal reasons, that I don't wish to share. Suffice it to say that for now, I will not be among the millions of social network addicts who need it to survive. I can re-activate the account when I wish...but I won't do that for a minimum of two weeks if not longer. I need to know if I can survive that. I need to focus on things more important than what an acquaintance in Honk Kong ate for dinner.

I'm sure once my anxiety dies down, I'll become a better person for it.