Facebook Withdrawal
The New Year arrived and, for the first time in many years, I did not sit down to write out a list of goals for myself. I did, however, think of a word for this year…a word that I hope will flesh itself out in my life over this year and beyond. That word is “fearless”.
1 Corinthians 10:23 says, ““I have the right to do anything,” you say—but not everything is beneficial. “I have the right to do anything”—but not everything is constructive.”
1 Corinthians 6:12 says essentially the same thing but adds, “…I will not be mastered by anything.”
I don’t think that facebook is wrong, just counterproductive for me at this point in even normal doses. So I’ve decided to only go on facebook once a week. Of course, that is only after a first failed attempt at limiting FB. Initially, I tried only going on once a day for 15 minutes, but somehow that was too slippery a slope to maintain. Fifteen minutes morphed into a few minutes longer, or once a day sort of turned into three “quick” peeks. (obsession). Then I considered completely going off facebook but 1)I think there is some valid networking value to facebook and 2) I’m so ridiculously close to being able to put pictures of my youngest-almost-adopted child online and I cannot bring myself to give up that milestone.
Day 1: I’m not going on Facebook, I’m not going on Facebook…look at me, so collected, not remotely needing facebook. Then somehow Facebook accidentally popped up on the computer I was using and I might have seen that I had 18 notifications?…ah…avert the eyes! Three second rule, right? That’s how long it took me to close the browser so I think I’m safe.
Day 2: I got an email FB notification saying a friend tagged me in a post…but I couldn’t see the post. (!!??**) Hyperventilation. (Yes, I’m still getting occasional FB notifications- so if you get a Happy Birthday text from me instead of a FB sentiment, it is highly likely that your birthday does not fall on a Tuesday this year.) I was also tagged in a picture- which I can’t look at…but you can. Gah! I texted a friend for facebook withdrawal support and pretended to be doing lamaze breathing. hee-hee-hoo…
Day 3: I must have been in such awful facebook withdrawal that I’m a little hazy on what happened that day…
Day 4: Saturday- I was feeling bored but unmotivated to call friends up. (Or have I lost the art of using a phone to make plans?) In an act of desperation I asked my husband to check my facebook messages for me juuuust to see if anyone from my previous FB life had messaged asking to hang out. (And he obliged. Really…he’s such an enabler.)
Day 6: Monday. Almost forgot that tomorrow I can peek at my glorious news feed again….ahem, I mean…that thing that I will not derive my self worth from. Then, facebook literally tried to taunt and seduce me by sending me an email update with a list of just how many friend requests, messages, and notifications I have missed. It even told me that I “have missed some popular stories.” You are only steeling my resolve, old friend. Not going to cave.
You. Are. My. Hero!