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Avoid Addictive Plea

It was time for me to ditch another persistent addiction.

Yesterday, without a word, I deactivated Facebook for the third and hopefully final time.

Addicts: you know how you kick something, and then you relapse and it’s like a hundred times worse than last time?

That’s kind of how my last Facebook jaunt went. I was only back for a few weeks and I literally could not get out of this chair because I kept getting notifications.

Laundry piled.

Bathrooms were gross.

Gym? Nope. Couldn’t miss a notification. Always had an excuse. Maybe next Monday.

Self-care? Just barely.

And lots of other minor things, just things that need doing when you are the housekeeper and a disabled 48 year old man with responsibilities to yourself and your family.

I knew what all of this meant: Facebook was causing depression when I wasn’t on it. And I kept Facebooking to stave it off. Sure, you can’t snort, smoke, or shoot Facebook, but that right there is a textbook definition for maintenance of an addiction.

So, upon the suggestion of my wife, I shut it the fuck down with prejudice, not even a goodbye post. I handled it like I had picked up something hot and I needed to drop it quickly. I didn’t think there was any way to cut down on my Facebook time. I was a junkie, and I suspected Facebook was going to be one of those drugs that I was not going to be able to step down from.

Cold turkey is tough too. Because I’m going to miss my political allies. Fellow atheists. Family. Old friends. New friends. I will miss all of the music groups I was in that steered me to fascinating bands and outfits. I can’t share my wife’s online life. My mouse lingers over that big blue F on my homepage and I accidentally click it still out of habit. I know I have twenty or thirty messages already since leaving. But Facebook will consume me if I go back.

I don’t know what it is about Facebook in particular that causes this. Maybe you do (here’s some scholarly stuff on it). Because I’m an active Twitter user, and I don’t feel the same addiction potential that I know exists for Big Eff. There is a quest for followers that could cause some issues, but mostly I enjoy reading it because I get to rub elbows with famous and smart people and folks who used to blog back when doing what I’m doing right now was hot shit. Twitter is very sparse, with its limits on how much you can say and how correct you have to come-you will find out what kind of an idiot you are very fast if you say the right thing the wrong way and vice versa. But the bottom line is it’s easy to get up from.

For now.

I’m not well known enough on Twitter that I get a response, a like, a retweet or a follower note every minute. So perhaps Twitter may in due time become as bad a drug as Facebook, but for now I’m just chipping. And that’s far, far better than the dope I was into yesterday.

Throwing The ‘Book

I’m on a Facebook strike again.

The food pictures, the location-marking, the memes, it’s all got to go. Your friends are devolving into boring mush…at least when I was insane, I was entertaining. This type of crazy I’m talking about is the crazy of middling, where if anyone were honest with themselves about who they have become would stick a pistol in their mouth.

Hell, I bore myself. I shouldn’t add to that collective pain that urges us to be noticed.

So begins my Facebook fast-how long it will go on, I do not know. I may only last days, but I hope to get a few months in. I don’t even use it right-I have blocked so many annoying people that all I get constantly is the borderline psychosis of magazines like Salon, who don’t like editors.

This means I will be blogging some more. Hooray for my one constant reader!  For now, I will just do some more railing against religion and making fun of politicians who piss me off. Just like I did with Facebook…I just don’t want to be constantly tweaking the nose of what’s left of the hollowed out shells I call(ed) friends. Here, you have a choice-you even get to tell me off when I am wrong-which is against good FB etiquette, and a good as reason as any to get the hell off it since no one says what they really think.

Facebook delenda est! Let’s have a conversation, a good one.

 

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