My sister quit facebook back in September and I remember thinking at the time that I should probably quit too as there's really nothing there that I need. (Or want.) But I've always been a bit behind the times so it should really come as no surprise that I'm just now quitting. I did, after all, finally get an ESPRIT bag in 9th grade when they were soooo 6th grade.
I pulled the plug on the ole' fb account earlier today.
I once had accumulated a giant pile of friends and even opened a page for my Something Sewn business. I had uploaded pictures of the quickly-growing Elliot and had been tagged in pictures of others. Heck, I even got in touch with long-lost friends in college through facebook.
But, it's done. facebook seems to have run its course for me.
I was logging in as a way to cure boredom. I was deleting and hiding people that only play games and subject me to their achievements, post daily about their kids' poop, share entirely too much information and/or post nothing but videos, daily horoscopes and workout updates.
Honestly, I have better things that I could (and some that I should) be doing instead of sitting slack-jawed at the computer, staring at names and faces and growing increasingly annoyed at the lack of actual information and updates. And not doing those things makes me annoyed.
So if the annoyed's cancel each other out I'm left with the root of the problem: facebook. And then I simply multiplied by how much I like facebook (read: 0) and away it went.