It's finally over. I have permanently deleted my Facebook account.
My annoyance with Facebook has been steadily growing since I joined the site over six years ago. The "honeymoon stage" of my relationship with the social networking site was fairly short lived, but by the time I first thought about deactivating, it was too late. I was already hooked.
Like a victim in an abusive relationship, I couldn't convince myself to pull away. Years went by as I tolerated annoyance after annoyance. But despite the issues, I loved Facebook, and I still do. There are aspects of the site I will certainly miss. But enough is enough. I've made the decision to leave.
I'll spare you the lengthy FB complaint list that led to my departure. I'm sure you probably have your own list anyways. But I will say that in the aftermath of deleting my account, I feel a sense of liberation. A freedom almost.
For six years Facebook I logged on day after day, sometimes even hour after hour. It was a significant part of my life and ingrained into my daily routine. I did nearly everything through it - event planning, emails, photo sharing, and more.
I am sure my transition back to life without the habit will undoubtably be met with some obstacles. I will have to retrain myself to do some basic activities the same way a cigarette addict has to retrain themselves to do various activities without a cigarette in hand. For example, I will actually have to send an email, instead of just a FB message.
A while back, I heard a stunning statistic as to the percentage of people who ultimately come back after leaving Facebook. I forget the number, but it was high. I guess that makes it a powerful product. Only time will tell if I can really let that habit go, or if I will be just another statistic, a returning facebook user.
While searching for a graphic for this post I came across this interesting post. I thought she sums it up nicely,
"Deleting my Facebook account doesn’t mean I don’t exist anymore.
I am here."