Goodbye Facebook

I have deleted the Facebook app from my phone. I have not logged in for over three weeks. And I do not intend on doing so anytime soon. I’d been debating it a while.

I couldn’t do it to myself anymore.

Out of nothing more than habit, scrolling through the minutiae of other people’s lives. Mostly people I no longer know, or mere acquaintances who aren’t really ‘friends’.

Wasting time that is actually really precious, reading inspirational (or not) life quotes, that may or may not be applicable to me. Flicking through all the advertising that had been so clearly tailored to me, it was embarrassing.

Keeping up with the Jones’.

I don’t need that in my life. Why was I choosing to do that to myself?

I was never going to announce my departure, I’m not that much of a drama queen, nor was I going to delete my account. But when people have said ‘You must have seen it on Facebook’, and I’ve told them I’m not on it anymore, their faces have been aghast, horrified. Sheesh. Like it’s a big deal.

I’m reclaiming my time that I was wasting on other people’s lives, irrelevant to my own. It was just habit, and I was really getting really cheesed off.

But, you know what the stick was that broke the camel’s back?

Syria.

The last photo I shared on my timeline was one of a father, holding his child on a boat, weeping, looking completely distraught, and the caption was something like ‘How could you turn this man away?’. Well, I know I couldn’t. This was obviously a man who had been through hell and back, all whilst holding onto his little one. In my own experience, any man who cries in front of their child is in a totally desperate place.

And we all know that Syria is beyond desperate. Ravaged by ISIS. Refugees fleeing in their thousands. Refused from so many countries.

These are normal people like you and me. Whose lives have been turned upside down, beyond their control. It absolutely could happen to us, don’t think for a second that we are untouchable. We are all human; we are all potential refugees.

And yet. The majority of what I was seeing on Facebook disgusted me; ‘it’s not our problem’, ‘Britain is full’, ‘we shouldn’t have to deal with it’.

Excuse me?

They are people who need help. They have been forced to flee their own country because they might be murdered. They are PEOPLE.

Well. I don’t want to know you if you can say ‘no’. I don’t want to be associated with you. I don’t want to read your views. And I certainly don’t want to waste my time on you.

I could dismiss it as just the people I’m ‘friends’ with, but I’ve seen and heard enough online and radio debate to know this is a prevalent way of thinking. Some opinions will be thrust on me, such is the nature of interaction and socialising.

But I’ll be damned if I waste any more time reading bullshit on Facebook.

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2 thoughts on “Goodbye Facebook

  1. Thank you! I’ve been teetering on the edge of deleting the app for a while for exactly the same reasons. This made me actually do it! I go back to work in three months and need to focus on little Barnaby not the drivel on Facebook!

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    1. Doesn’t it feel good?! Seven months on and I’m so glad I did it, I dread to think how many hours of my life I’ve regained, not to mention how much more time Alex has actually had my attention x

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