I deactivated my Facebook account today for a number of good reasons. Like most things, I thought I had to be extreme. I had to keep up with any and every person that asked me to be their "so-called" friend. Funny, I can count my friends on one hand.
I was addicted for God sake, a slave to the red alert light on my blackberry that went off anytime I had a new message. I had to change my picture at least every two weeks and thought I had to update my status at least once a day. It was like having a second job, but that second job never brought substantive resources like money, coupons or even reward points. I need a break.
What is most hard to swallow is the fact that I thought this medium would bring me closer to my friends, but all it did was remind me how far removed I am from things I used to do or the person I used to be. It reminded me that my priorities have somehow shifted from hanging out to putting in long hours at work so I can "make something of myself". I find myself being reminded that time is limited and anytime I have these days are being spent with the family, reading, cooking or planning home renovations. I didn't think the day would come where I would feel . . . . to say the least . . . boring, and I think the images of happy hours, uninvited lunches and jet setting vacays have all but made me sick to my stomach. This addictive form of communication has made me ill. It has made me questions my priorities, my judgments and my happiness. Crazy isn't it?
I need a new prescription.
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