No daily (unnecessary) updates, no new friend requests, no wall comments, no pokes, no 'If I Were A Child Actor Turned Pedophile Who Would I Be?' surveys, no red flags of joy, no tagged photos, and lastly, no endless number of hours wasted. That was the point of the experiment – could I still function without it? I wouldn't say I was addicted, not in the same way that I am to coffee, sports and cocaine (just making sure you're paying attention and not just cursing my absurdity in your head!). It was just that Facebook was becoming a constant source of distraction. I'd open up Safari to double-check some factoid for a story or to research a topic, and inevitably, I'd end up on Facebook. For what, you ask? Who the fuck knows. I guess is was to make sure I hadn't missed the invitation for an event across the country or to become a fan of something I'm not particularly a fan of, like a certain photographers website (who I've denied at least 15 times - get a clue!). In the end, nothing mainly. My time on there was worthless. So, I said goodbye. It wasn't painful. No harsh words were said. I went my separate way and we've both been fine without the other. I just needed my space so that I could focus on work without Facebook as a distraction.
I found other distractions.
Point still made. I succeeded. No Facebook. Yeah, I still wasted time. Whatever. I'm not addicted to Facebook. Glory to me.
