Am I proud that I released myself from the evil clutches of Facebook? Yeah, I kind of am. I’m happy that I don’t base my worth anymore on whether someone posted on my wall or wrote back to me or accepted my friend request. I’m happy I don’t have to compare my life with the lives of my 500 “friends,” most of whom I haven’t talked to in years. And I’m happy that when I say I like something, it means I actually enjoy it and not just that I clicked on a little, blue thumbs-up sign.
A friend recently suggested it’s selfish of me to be Facebook-free because he could no longer easily contact me. Maybe I am selfish for trying to be kind to myself. But having an album completely dedicated to pictures of myself just feels a little narcissistic and immature to me now. Am I growing up?
Maybe. But don’t worry, I haven’t completely digitally detoxed. I still have my iPad, my cell phone, my laptop. Maybe next, I’ll try to rid myself of those too … but first I have to check Pinterest."And then something happened. I started to notice that whenever I logged on Facebook, I logged off feeling depressed."