I have a lot of friends who have recently hung up their Facebook boots. It sounds wonderful to be free of that nightmare.
I can’t just get rid of it though. I need it professionally, and there’s a lot of people on there that I really like but would probably never talk to again if I left.
Deleting my account just isn’t an option.
What I need is less Facebook.
Maybe a couple minutes of Facebook a day.
So yesterday, on a whim, while I was waiting for someone to grab some pretzels from the AV group’s snack stash, I deleted Facebook from my phone.
Just to see what happens.
And let me tell you brother, what I found out about myself was horrific and embarassing. I have seen the face of addiction, and I had no idea how out of hand it had become until it wasn’t there anymore.
I must have compulsively unlocked my phone 4 or 5 times while getting ready this morning. Momemtarily confused when I came to my senses, realizing what had just happened.
I felt the urge at every stoplight on the drive in. That surge of domamine gets going and the phone is in your hands before you know it. When you catch yourself, the happy chemicals in your brain are shut off with an abrubt harumph. Like it hits a wall.
That wall is sanity, my friends.
It’s amazing. And I’m more convinced than ever that life would be better with less of it.
iPad is next.
Then I’ll just need to figure out how to remove it from the Internet.